Lost my son June 2016. It was sudden. He was fine that morning and that same afternoon, developed a blood clot. They did all they could do at the hospital but couldn't save him. He died that evening. It's been a year now, and I am not any better. I am, if anything, worse. There is no comfort. Exactly two months later on the day my husband suddenly died from a bleed in his brain. I don't pray anymore. I don't even know why I'm here. I really don't know why I joined this group, maybe to hear something other than nothing.