When the tears fall down like rain, you just got to let it go. Why? Because I’ll never understand. As much as I try, even 22 months after my teen son Sam died unknowingly from a synthetic hallucinogen called 25i-NBOMe, it comes on me like a deep, dark thunder cloud of rain. It’s that unknowingness of “why?” that sharpens the pain. I didn’t do anything wrong. We didn’t do anything wrong. He was a good kid. I loved him so, so why is he gone? Why so broken-hearted?
When I cry, I at some point exhaust all thoughts and when there is nothing, there still yet lies something. Crying and being so down that you don’t care, if you manage to make it up to the next day, then you have. There you are for wherever you go.
I thought our loss of Sam might help save others; most of all those whose hearts I still hold close to mine. This is besides those that did not know Sam that have been impacted by his death of which I have heard from many and can cry out thankfully. Those who loved Sam directly also had an experience in his loss and no matter what that experience was, it was not a goal that would keep anyone safe from Sam’s fate unless chosen so. No, mine was not a goal achievement to save others although that has happened with His grace and glory but my purpose was to share my heart, and Sam’s heart, unendlessly, I now realize.
So if I try to save others and if others are not saved, what then? Have I failed? In my own soul-searching from there, what is the purpose in life? What have I fulfilled? All that is left is all that I had to give to Sam, my heart. Today by my own hope; by choosing to meet strangers and share my Sammy and by showing love beyond all else in my pain and loss, my soul’s search aligns.
So I’ll cry, if it eases the pain. And if there is another tomorrow, I’ll be here. #muchlovetosam