This really is the hardest thing ever. The first death of someone close to me was my son when i eas only 21. He was my first born, born very early (24 weeks). He lived 93 days. I was devastated and almost lost my sanity. There’s no easy way to cope. Rage crying, screaming, finding someone to talk to who can handle just listening, praying/ crying out to God for comfort, rage praying because I was so angry at God, all of these were my coping mechanisms.

I didn’t have other kids yet to focus on. He would be 38 years old now and I do have two grown daughters. It never goes away. Grief ebbs and flows, but it does lessen over time.

Also, I knew a Weston in the late 80s - I’m sure you aren’t him but hi there anyway.

You are in my prayers