posted on Oct, 23 2016 @ 04:12 PM
a reply to: Encryptor
Actually I think losing a child outweighs the loss of a parent. My mother was wonderful beyond compare, and I miss her deeply. She was truly a
Southern Lady, but....
The loss of my middle son was so much more profound than the heartbreak of losing my mother. At least I got to be with her at the end, and also had a
lifetime to know, accept and reconcile myself to the fact that she would leave this world for another where I wouldn't be for a while. My son left
alone, no one to hold his hand, talk to him or tell him he was loved so deeply even one last time. The words over the phone from my oldest son, "Mom,
Michael's dead", will echo throughout my entire being for the rest of my life. The agony of his senseless death, and abject misery his hateful,
horrible ex wife put him through every time he wanted to see his little girl...all because he married someone else, eats like acid at my soul. No, it
wasn't suicide as you usually think of it. Due to injuries suffered in a preventable accident, he was on opiates...ones his second wife continually
gave him extra of...I guess you could say it was a slow suicide. And it haunts me when I remember her telling me she had figured a way to leave him
when and if she decided to. I'll always wonder if this was what she had in mind. So, yes...I'd have to say that losing a child, at least for me, was
monumentally worse. And no, the police weren't even interested in what I had to say.