In January of 1998, my 17 year-old son disappeared without a trace. He had been associating with some unsavory characters, and I believe that was the cause of his disappearance. It is presumed that he is dead
Since then, I have largely sublimated my grief, choosing not to confront it, but to bury it somewhere deep in my heart. I don't discuss it, don't deal with it, and can't even bear to look at a picture of Bryan, fearing that once the floodgates of grief are opened, I will go mad.
After reaching new depths of cynicism and self-pity, I've recently recommitted my life to Christ, and it has been a great comfort to me. I now truly feel that my boy is in a much better place now, and I believe that God understands my grief and is contantly seeking to reach out to me. I honestly feel the presence of God, and allow myself to accept His love.
I ask for all of your prayers as I continue this painful, yet ultimately rewarding journey.
DLT
Since then, I have largely sublimated my grief, choosing not to confront it, but to bury it somewhere deep in my heart. I don't discuss it, don't deal with it, and can't even bear to look at a picture of Bryan, fearing that once the floodgates of grief are opened, I will go mad.
After reaching new depths of cynicism and self-pity, I've recently recommitted my life to Christ, and it has been a great comfort to me. I now truly feel that my boy is in a much better place now, and I believe that God understands my grief and is contantly seeking to reach out to me. I honestly feel the presence of God, and allow myself to accept His love.
I ask for all of your prayers as I continue this painful, yet ultimately rewarding journey.
DLT