My Little Mani lost my son Dec of 2010.
He was 14 years old and committed suicide due to a long battle of drug use.
He was my little man and i miss him dearly. He had many dreams but found that life was not worth fighting for and gave up. I begged and pleaded for help and pretty much was left to this battle all alone.
I miss him and there are still days where i feel him with me.
he is missed by his two sisters and his grandmother. we are very small.
this has caused much depression in our family... and has opened our eyes to so much destruction in this world. Mistrust and anger of course to the ones that were not there to help.
he was 14 and you could tell he was begging for help and no one was there to pick up his pieces except for me.
I remember the day the police showed up at my door. I watched them walk up and i knew in the darkest part of my heart what they were coming to tell me. what i had been expecting.... but would never believe. My ( and my family) life will never be the same...
He would be 16.... and i already feel that i have missed out ( as well as my son) with so many milestones that would have been accomplished.
he will always be so dear and close to my heart.