We lost our precious twenty-nine-year-old son on May 9, 2005 (Mother’s Day). He died from taking a forty milligram Methadone pill. They called it Methadone toxicity. It was Mother’s Day, 2005. The family all had a wonderful dinner together. Three hours later, my son was dead. The chaplain came to my workplace the next morning around 8:30 a.m. That was the day my life ended! He was the light of my life.
I have never suffered such horrific pain and sorrow. For about four years, I felt like someone had just reached in and ripped my heart out! Brian was my only child. Less than a year after his death, I had a complete breakdown. I was let go from my job. I was at the height of my career when Brian died. I had to go on disability. In February, 2009, my husband was diagnosed with esophageal cancer. I was devastated! However, I never lost my faith for his complete healing and neither did he. He wanted to live so much. He was devastated from the loss of our son, and also knew how much I would suffer if anything happened to him.
My husband had numerous chemo and radiation treatments and was doing well until February, 2010. Then the treatments I think took their toll. He died at home on May 9, 2010 (Mother’s Day). I am completely numb. I have no idea why he would die on that same day as our son, unless “God” was giving me just one day to grieve. Since my husband died, I have been trying to stay busy helping my elderly mother and aunt. I’m cooking every night for them and running errands, but I feel like I am doing these things in a robotic manner. I have no motivation to really do anything, but die. I honestly don’t know if I can go on much longer.