MY GRIEF JOURNAL

On October 1st 2016 my son Luke died from a heroin overdose. He was 23.

Blindsided, lost, debilitated, enraged, deep in grief; I journaled,
trying to settle my panic,
my grief,
my guilt,
my rage
and to sort what I was feeling at a time when I felt so much in so many different directions
….. and sometimes felt nothing at all.

That unedited journal from that first year became a book; lukelove, my boy, my grief, my journal.

It was my hope to help others who found themselves in this insanity and loneliness of a loss so deep.

With every email from those that it has helped, I am reminded that it was worth laying myself and Luke bare for all the world to see, without shame or stigma and with love.

Years on, I wish I could tell you I’m back to normal, but I am not.
As I continue to live in my new self, I see things through a new lens and so, I still journal.
But no more books, instead; a blog. This blog.

I wish I was the only one who felt this way, but now I know I am not.
So if you think you are the only one who’s crazy- now, at least, you know you are not alone!

I have added the Rest in Love page to show some of the beautiful faces lost to this epidemic with the words of their own Mothers. If you would like me to add your child, I would be honored.

 

The last photograph of us all together, captured by a dear friend on Christmas Eve. It is known as ‘Scotts in Action’.

The last photograph of us all together, captured by a dear friend on Christmas Eve. It is known as ‘Scotts in Action’.