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It Hurts More Each Day
Sep 09, 2002
Our son was 18years old and was drowned at a surf beach.
We did not recover his body for 7 days and then he washed in on the incoming tide. A lady had been surfing and decided to walk the beach as she heard someone was missing. We are very grateful to her for dragging him out of the water as he could have been washed out and never found. I did not know whether I really wanted him to be found because then I really had to say good bye. The locals wrapped him up and put flowers on his body. We sat with him for about half an hour and said our good byes. The family were around us.
It is now five months since our precious son died, and it is now harder than it was before. The numbness has worn off and loss is acute. We are trying to make an assemblance of order in our lives and finding purpose and enthusiasm are very elusive.
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