I Don't Know Why…

I don't know why.

I'll never know why.

I don't have to know why. I don't like it.

I don't have to like it. What I do have to do is make a choice about living.

What I want to do is accept it and go on living. The choice is mine.

I can go on living, valuing every moment in a way I never did before, or I can be destroyed by it and, in turn, destroy others. I thought I was immortal.

That my family and my children were immortal too. That tragedy happened only to others.

But I know now that life is tenuous.

So I am choosing to go on living, making the most of the time I have, valuing my family and friends in a way never possible before.

Iris M. Bolton

From My Son ...My Son...

A Guide to After Death, Loss or Suicide