This is My New Normal...Five Months after My Son’s Death
It’s been five months now. Five months since Erik’s death. I still have a hard time saying that. While I know he is gone, it is difficult to accept. There are many days when I hear what sounds like his loud car go by. I stop and wait for him to walk in the front door. Then I realize it’s not him, it’s not his car, and he is never coming home. There are moments every day when the tears slowly roll down my face and a heavy feeling weighs on my chest. My heart is broken.