There is something better on the other side.
My son was murdered 26 may 2017.
I get up now but I know I am changed.
I helped him get on disability.
Especially since he has seen and heard and tasted all things in heaven, particularly the fullness of God.
In death I love you still.
My last thoughts before I finally drifted off were that I prayed to be able to help him get back on his feet by helping him find his passion.
We were close and I loved him very much.