In August, 2011, my 22-year-old son Stephen went missing. He was gone for a week before his body was found slumped at the wheel of my car parked at the curb next to a light pole. Attached to the pole: a neighborhood watch sign.
Death leaves terrible loss in its wake. The months that followed were a blur. Grief is exhausting. But I've found a pathway to hope and healing. Here's how it started:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VKU6_s1x7ds&feature=youtu.be
however we grieve it is ours alone, there is no right or wrong, time does not change anything, but it does help make the impossible a little less painful in time.
I am so sorry for your situation, give yourself time to grieve as you need.
m
Ron