At some point not long after my 19-year old son died ten years ago, I began wondering how other people survived such a cataclysmic experience. I wondered how they thought and felt in their worst moments. What about their best moments? Was there some glimmer of peace as time passed?
I did a cursory search online and didn’t find much. I decided to put my “outpourings” into a blog both to preserve them for myself and to make them available for anyone who might be wondering how one person thought and felt after losing her son.
These writings kind of exploded from me without any plan. I’ve left them unedited. I’ve found that expressing my thoughts and feelings–the ugly, irrational or banal–without censoring myself is nearly always relieving. I can almost always sleep afterwards.
Vaughn's Mom 