I read. I read a lot. The other day I read I was a victim. Because my son died I am considered a victim. I have NEVER thought of myself in that way. I am living my life burdened by the trauma of losing Alex. I am enduring wounds that cannot be healed.

I threw the book away.

You can CHOOSE to be a victim. You can carry the burdens of your pain. You can live with reasons
to feel sorry for yourself .

I choose not to.

We have it in ourselves to change the outcome of a disaster; whatever it may be that has brought us to a place of deep sorrow.

I remember a long time ago hearing a woman say she had nothing in her life to live for after her only child had died. She had no husband as was contemplating suicide; she believed she could not live without her. Then someone very wise said the words that brought her back to life. "Instead of dwelling of what you no longer have and what you cannot look forward to because she died, let's turn this around. How about we be grateful for the years you HAD with her and dwell on them?  Enjoy the memories she gave you, the lives she touched. The friends she made and the people who have not forgotten her, like yourself. Without you she would have never existed at all."

I will not lie. I (we) have endured the worst shock and pain of losing Alex. Our lives have forever been changed. How could they not? What he brought to our lives is no longer there. He loved for 26 years and the memories of those day forever will be my gift, my reason to believe I can go on. I am moving on. But I will never get over it. I can move past it. My every waking moment no longer belongs to just him anymore.

You get to a point of living again. I never thought I would laugh again; enjoy the company of friends and family. Go on a vacation and have fun. I thought I didn't deserve it. I lost a child. I had no right to be happy. Yet life doesn't stand still. And grief can bring you to your knees as it did so many times for me. But slowly I stood up. Straighter and more focused every day on what was right in front of me. I MADE that choice. I survived. WE survived. The family survived.

I also many days turn it around. If it was ME that had died, would I want my son sitting around mourning me, crying for my loss and not continuing his life? NO. There is a time I know you grieve. But you push through it and move on as life does. Day by day, one step at a time. And it takes time. It's how long it takes that worries some people. But you must know their isn't a set time to grieve and then just stop. The feeling of grief and loss slowly don't occupy every minute of your day. The minute you wake up it isn't the first thing on your mind. And all this happens for some faster than others; that's not to say their love was any less stronger than your own. We are all different in the way we handle things. It's a fact of life. No two people are alike.

We are surviving, yes. Personally, I prefer to say we are living. Every day brings changes to our lives. Weddings of friends and family. Babies, so many babies. And love. So much love from everyone, everyday. New friends, new adventures, new careers. Day by day something new.

We never forget Alex. He was here for 26 years. Had it been only ONE day, one month;  you don't forget. You just carry them in your heart and remember, with love; and feel blessed.

When asked how many children I have, I say three. One lives in heaven. To some it takes them by surprise and to others the moment passes and we are on another conversation. I will always be the mother of three children. His death has not changed that. It's a fact of life. A life of 26 years.