It has been 38 months today since my son took his life. I died that day. I have not been able to work, stay in bed most of the time and hate life. I pray every night that I won't wake up in the morning. All I want is to be with my son but I have to be her for my daughter and grandson. My son was so much a part of me. I feel like I failed him. I pray he truly knew how much he was loved.