Anniversaries are usually a time of joy and celebration. Not this time. September 2, 2015 is the third anniversary of the worst day of my life. Three years ago, today, my world crashed and I lost a big part of my heart.
On a beautiful Sunday morning, three years ago I lost one of my sons, Walt, to a drug overdose. In the blink of an eye, literally, my whole life changed. I was filled with such desolation and misery that I was sure that I would never recover.
When a perfectly healthy person is in your life one minute and gone the next, that is more than shock. It’s devastation. As I sit here writing this I am pulled back to 2012 and the raw heartache I felt at the time. This is a place that I don’t usually allow my self to travel to, but at times, I slip back there.
It took me a long time to be able to wake every morning and feel as though I am still alive, but I am happy to say that I have reached that place where I feel like I am a part of the living.
It was a very difficult time to live through, but I am learning to live with this terrible loss day by day. Still, some days are good and some are not so good. On the not so good days I deal with whatever comes my way, let myself grieve and move on to brighter thoughts.
Walt will always be in my heart and he is in the heart of a lot of people, and that feels good. I am very blessed to have the support and love of many, many people. Some of these people will also live in my heart because of the things they did three years ago and still do everyday.
So, yes, today and every September 2nd I will mourn Walt, for the rest of my life. But, I will mourn quietly and in my own way. And I will keep in my mind and heart all of the blessings God has given me since that awful day. These blessings are what keep me going the rest of the year. These blessings are my family and friends. I love you all.