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I gave birth to a second baby boy Anthony, he was just gorgeous. Anthony attended play group, school, and played sport. We were a happy family. At the age of fourteen he started using marijuana and slowly progressed into other drugs as well, it went on for about eleven years. While on drugs my son wasn’t the same person anymore, drugs really changed him. About four years after abusing drugs my son was diagnosed with psychosis and schizophrenia, it’s a mental illness that no mother wants to watch her child go through. My son dies and part of me died with him. It’s March 2014; I’m still struggling to accept that my son is really gone. I can’t see him anymore, can’t touch him, can’t hear him, can’t hug him. But I will wipe the tears from my eyes, pretend to smile and show the world that I’m strong. But inside I’m dying, feeling the pain and loss like that first moment. It felt like my soul was leaving my body. I could scream! Scream! Miss you my darling son. RIP. Love mum.
My son dies and part of me died with him. It’s March 2014; I’m still struggling to accept that my son is really gone. I can’t see him anymore, can’t touch him, can’t hear him. can’t hug him. But I will wipe the tears from my eyes, pretend to smile and show the world that I’m strong. But inside I’m dying, feeling the pain and loss like that first moment. It felt like my soul was leaving my body. I could scream!! Scream!! Miss you my darling son. RIP. LOVE mum.
