My son passed 4 years ago in his sleep at age nine, and as the anniversary gets closer, I start to break down physically and emotionally. Has anyone ever dealt with this heavy grief and loss of love? The first three years were brutal. I was in shock and numb, and relived that day every second. Somehow, through praying, meditation, and journaling, I have gained some acceptance, but just enough to get me through each day for my daughter and family. I am not strong, though the crying has slowed down. I am not brave, although I can go to the cemetery💙 a little more often. I am human and just trying my best. Join me on this journey together.