This evening I was watching a movie starring Ben Affleck and Jennifer Lopez (husband and wife). Jennifer dies in child birth. When Affleck is told that his wife was gone, he goes down on his hands and knees, too weak to stand.
That's what happened to me when the policeman drove up to my son David's home to give me the news that David was found in the Sierra Nevadas. Dead from a gunshot to the head.
It's coming on to five years since that dreadful day. It seems to me like a long time ago. Like another lifetime. It still hurts. I guess that it always will.
I look forward to my own passing because I believe that I will be with David again.