Gone

I think about this a lot. What are we going to do when he's gone?

How are his parents going to get through it?

How are they going to keep going?

How are they going to be able to have another kid?

How are they going to stay together through this?
Will their marriage survive? Should it survive ... I can't believe I used that word. Survive. None of us survive this life. But at least most of us get to live.

The stress of the inevitable must be getting to them. On social media everything is as bright and rosy as can be but behind the scenes, who knows?

There is no way I would ever be strong enough to handle this. He's not even my son and it's like the end of the fucking world.

How am I going to get through this?

How am I going to keep going?

How will I ever be able to have a kid at all?






The answer ....

together.

We will get through this together.