Hello - My name is Rebecca and my beloved son, Jason, died on 2/13/2005. I used this board several times a day and read all I could. It is amazing to me that almost 8 years have come and gone. Not a day goes by that I don't think of Jason. Today, I called the grandmother of a young man who died. I knew the grandmother years ago but when we would see each other we hugged, kissed and promised to keep in touch. We did not but I called her today because of the obit in the paper. I told her that I would do what I could for her daughter whose son committed suicide. I am sure that if she goes on the suicide page she will be able to get consolation. My life has gone on. I still remember Dena, Aunt Martha, and the few others that I happened to catch with my reading today. Anyway, I walk, talk, eat, and do everything I did before Jason died. I stuff my grief inside myself because it is the only place where I feel safe with it. I know I will never see him again. Myt daughter, has two children and they make a broken heart sing. If I was to clam up and not live, I would not be doing justice to Jason. He would smack me and say... something like: Mom... get a grip. Live Life... he did, until the heart he had could not get enough blood through the arteries. They were 90% blocked. Moving on did not happen overnight and there are days that I can be brought back to 2/13/05 in a minute. I retired, so being home is a little difficult some days, but I go on. I think that those of us who have lived years after our children have died will agree that we go on. I want to give back so if I can help a parent who is either new or not gone through too many years without their beloved child, I will help. I will check in here as often as I can.