Some tell us that when you suffer a loss it gets better with time. I beg to differ. My experience has been quite different. I find that I am learning to adjust to not seeing my son every day, but the pain is still there. I feel empty inside, some days I am hollow, and I am angry and frustrated. I try to keep to myself so I don't take my anger and frustrations out on others.
There are days when I am doing really well. It feels like he is on one of his out-of-town excursions. However, when 5 pm hits reality sets in. You see, my son called me every day at 5 pm. The phone does not ring and I remember, He is not calling. I take a deep breath and continue working. One of these days I will stop expecting his call, but until then I'll keep on keeping on.
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