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    Mindy
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    I would absolutely appreciate prayers.  I am so grateful to members here who have responded with so much caring, understanding and kindness.  I have been so hard on myself, wondering what I could have done to fix or prevent the situation.  I know in my own heart that I did not do anything to make them react as they did.  I apologize to Matilda for posting so much on her original post.  She is in my heart and thoughts, and I completely understand how she feels. One thing that has helped is listening to calming music (I think it helps my cats also) and reading. I bought several books, including a day-by-day inspiration and devotional journal written by Max Lucado. When my son killed himself last year, and all the other deaths, my two sweet rescue cats lost 4 lbs.  I know they were so aware of my agony that they didn’t eat enough.  Thankfully, they are doing better and have gained weight.   My therapist told me to take things one day at a time, and if that wasn’t possible, narrow it down to an hour or even five minutes. It’s hard to do.  When I am feeling the most despondent and depressed thinking about all that has happened in the past, I try to bring myself back to the present.  It’s all I have.  I can’t change the past and no one knows the future.  I still cry a lot and sometimes probably even feel a little sorry for myself, but my health is being affected by all of this and if I want to live, I have to find a way to get to a better place.  I pray Matilda will also.  Thank you all for your love and kindness. Please remember me in your prayers.

    #414768
    Mindy
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    Trying hard to get through each day.  On February 7, it will be one year since my son committed suicide.  It’s so hard to say those words, I stumble around and try to get them out and yet not say them. (He is son No. 1, my oldest.)   January 26 is the day my middle son died. (No. 2.)  His birthday is the last of February.  Then my daughter in law died in March and my No. 1 son’s birthday is in April.  Christmas was so hard and then I knew I had all these anniversaries coming up that would cause me pain. I’m just trying to get through these next few months without losing my mind.  I struggle each day from loneliness and depression. Sometimes it’s weeks before I even talk to another living person.  It’s even harder knowing that I have another son who doesn’t care and probably would like to see me gone off the earth. I’m not sure why life has to be so hard.  I sincerely appreciate the kindness of those who responded to my post with compassion and caring.

    #414710
    Mindy
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    I’m feeling much the same way. I hope this is not too long and difficult to decipher.  I lost my middle son in 2018 in an accidental apartment fire.  I was devastated. He was a good man and would drop anything to help me and my husband.   Little did I know that was just the beginning.  In early 2020, my daughter in law (my oldest son’s wife) died suddenly of diabetic ketoacidosis in his arms.  My son was horrified. They were married 35 years and hardly ever were apart.  My son said his life was over.  (There’s lots more to this story later).  Then in late November 2020 my husband of 42 years died suddenly.  He had a brain aneurysm in the late 80’s and dementia and cancer but he fell in the bathroom and died there. I took cate of him all those years.  My oldest son who had lost his wife was in terrible pain.  I was in my own pain, but he could not see it.  I tried so hard to help him, but he just wasn’t going to release his trauma and pain from her dying.  It was a traumatic time for me as well, but no one could see my pain.  I have one son left and he has been estranged off and on from me and his father for decades.  He and his father (my ex) got together after my daughter in law died and decided that my son needed to sell his house and move to his father’s farm.  They made things so much worse. I don’t believe he was ever going to leave the house they shared.  He built a shrine to her and lit a candle that he kept burning constantly. He craved sympathy and told everyone he ran into that his wife had died.  However, his brother and father kept at him to move, and he was torn between staying close to me and moving to his dad’s. I could manage on my own but apparently, he was telling them he had to help me, and I was the cause of his not moving.  He was given three different kinds of addictive prescription medications and he would just get completely out of it.  He would call me and the music in the background was so loud I couldn’t hear him.  He was so pumped up.  Then the letdown came again, and he was deeply depressed and in denial. Then in 2022, he took his own life with a gsw.  His dad had given him a rifle that belonged in the family, and I tried to take it, but he would not give it up.  I thought his dad would have noticed his desperation and taken the rifle, but he did not.  Yet, when he did this, my only son and his wife’s family and his father decided I was to blame for him taking his life, because I kept him from moving close to them. They yelled at me and made it look as if I caused him to do that. A detective that was at the house when this happened said that I told him I was going to kill myself.  I did not.  I just said I didn’t know how to go forward with all I had been through the past few years.  They got together with the detective,  I was sitting next  to a chaplain from the sheriff’s office (my husband was a deputy) and the detective had two deputies grab me (I’m 78 years old with bad hips and knees, use a cane) and they dragged me down my son’s driveway and hurting me and handcuffed me and put me in the back of a police car (never been in one) and took me to the hospital. None of them offered to stay with me or help me.  They told the coroner (who didn’t speak to me since I was taken away) that I had disowned my son and threw him out of my house.  They even told the coroner that I left.  I didn’t find this out until I got the coroner’s report.  I called them and asked the lady why no one ever spoke to me, and she said that was why.  I asked her if anyone bothered to tell her HOW I left, and she said no.  At least she listened and put notes in the report.  If the doctor in the ER had not known me because my husband was there so much, I would have been taken to a mental hospital for at least three days. I have pets who needed me too. Fortunately, he was kind to me and just asked for a hug.  He let me go immediately. I had to get a former neighbor to come help me get home.  However, this long saga is far from over.  I keep getting hate messages and posts on my fb and I have to keep blocking them.  Mostly because my grieving, addicted, sweet, sweet son was telling them I was the reason he wasn’t moving.  He was mentally and medically disturbed, and I don’t hold that against him.   I know this came from a place of the deepest, devastating pain. However, why would my only son and his father keep this horrible lie going.  I have no friends; I live alone and am not well.  I’m in so much pain. I have a therapist but that doesn’t change any of the awful things I have been through. She can only do so much. I have no energy and have tried to hire help, but it is so expensive.  I’m pretty much like Matilda, no energy, no one to talk to, no motivation.  I could be in my home dead for weeks and no one would know.  I don’t know where to turn.  I’ve never told this story to anyone other than my therapist.  It’s embarrassing that my one son is so ( h… ) bent on making other people think I am an awful person, and he is not responsible for any of his brother’s agony.  My two sons who have died were good men, loving and hard working.  They lived Christian lives, and I loved them so much.  I, like a lot of other mothers who have estranged children, have no idea why this is happening.  My living son was given so much and loved yet he felt entitled to more, which we were not able to give financially.  I’m sorry for the length of this, if too long please just delete.  This has been difficult to write.  As a final note, my son was cremated, and they took possession of his remains and I heard they had a memorial at his dad’s farm.  I was not involved in what happened, they just took charge and left me out.

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