Dr. Neimeyer answers this question:
As I am approaching the second anniversary of my youngest son's death, I feel as if I will never know exactly who I am for the rest of my life. There are good days and bad days, and today is a bad one. It just cannot ever make sense to me--maybe someday, far away.
It's just so tough trying to come to terms with the senselessness of it. I was his mom for over 25 years--and now I'm wondering what happens from here? A definite piece of my life puzzle is gone forever.