I need help in coping with this. It's been 8 days since I lost my son. There is nothing I could do. He was an adult, but he was still my child. I prayed God take me instead and give him another chance to find happiness in life. Things keep going around in my mind, was he in pain, did he want to die, did he know how much I loved him? How do we cope? Today was a bad day, I had another break down, realizing the he is really gone. I will never see him, hug him, tell him I love him.