Hey, too bad I didn't have you ladies before now. You are all the greatest in my book. You are the sisters I never had. Thank you. And hugs to you, too.

The strange part about no one wanting to deal with my grief was the reason they all gave me: It was becuase they knew how much I loved him and the pain I felt was more than they could bear because they loved me too much.

Ok-a-a-a-ay. Hmph. Guess I was supposed to understand that and not hurt them with my pain, huh? Go figure.

I did go to a grief therapy group. I met a mother that lost her baby in child-birth (mine was 17 years old-cancer). We helped each other. I told her I felt like it was easier for me because at least I had 17 years before he died. She said she felt it was easier for her becuase she didn't know her son. Then we hugged and cried and neither one of us needed to go back to that group anymore. By meeting and sharing our pain we found a way to deal with our loss.