My beautiful son, my baby, celebrated his 21 + 2 birthday in Heaven yesterday. I have been so stressed for the past 2 or 3 weeks. Physically ill one minute, hardly able to cope the next, crying, crying, crying. Looking for triggers to keep me so down. I guess I just needed to feel. Sometimes I still feel so numb. Shouldn't I be out of that stage by now? Today, Keith has been gone for 21 months. One minute he was having "a best day" according to his camping friends, and the next he was gone. Survived a 150 foot drop over a rocky cliff only to then drown in the shallow river below. Will I ever stop asking why? Will I always wonder if he "knew"? I am brokenhearted without him. I know I should count my blessings. For all those who are now without their only child or children, I know I can't imagine the extent of your loneliness. I still have a beautiful daughter and a wonderful son. They are my joy in life. So why do I feel so entirely empty. Like I cannot be filled. Even with all I have. Missing Keith has left such a vacuum.
About 40 of his friends came over yesterday and we shared some memories, launched some balloons. I'm so happy they came and remembered my Keith. It meant the world to me. To my family.
I love you forever, Keith.
Wendy, Keith's mom