Thirteen years ago, my son, Andrew, walked out my door never to return. In those thirteen years I have had to struggle with an avalanche of emotions.
One of the hardest acts for me is to accept the new Andrew. I spent so much of the last 13 years not accepting this tragedy and denying that I was left with a new person.
The anniversary of losing the first Andrew is October 12. This past week when I visited Andrew, I saw that someone had taken this picture of him –
Usually, I take these pictures and rip them up. When I destroy those pictures on some level I am destroying the evidence of my loss.
This is the first time I have saved a picture of him and posted it. I am celebrating this because I think I may have turned a corner and I am walking into the comforting arms of acceptance.
Thanks for listening,