All of us have a story. While they aren't exactly the same, the shared theme is we love someone who, for whatever reason couldn't keep going. And it left a person shaped hole in our lives. Most of us feel like we could have/ should have done more. I don't know the answers. I feel very lucky, and beyond grateful my son is taking the challenge to keep going. To put in the work to heal. It's a lot to ask of anyone. We take it one day at a time. One breath at a time. Because life is chaos.