I must remember that Joe was not in his right mind when he did what he did. I must remember that he's OK now. I must remember that it's ok to feel sorry for myself because I lost my child, my youngest. Even though he was 30 years old, he was my baby. I must thank God for the blessings that He's given me, 2 beautiful daughters, 3 gorgeous grandkids, a loving husband, a home, so many other gifts.
I always heard that writing could be a help, and I think it is, I've only been doing it for a couple days. It's kind of like talking to myself, only now I'm having a conversation with others like me.