September 25, 2018, was the worst day of my life. My child used a gun to end his life. He was 15 years old. He was going through a rough time and was able to find a gun.
That day, I found his note first. I panicked, running all through the house. I couldn’t find him. I tried the garage. I had a hard time opening the door because his body was behind that door. I managed to get into the garage, and what I saw forever changed me. I grabbed his hand and tried to get him to get up. It didn’t work.
I have nightmares about that day. My life was turned upside down and has yet to straighten. I will forever miss him.