A young woman asked me why I am still here and my son is gone. I should be the one gone. Most nights I tell God I am finished here. My son died of a drug overdose. Even though I tried to get him help and clean, the drug won out.
My response: I am so sorry for your kind of loss. I believe you did everything a mother could do. However, remember we are all on an individual journey. What he did in his life was his journey. For me, I know that before entering this world, we chose what we must go through; sometimes to grow, other times to pay a karmic Debt.
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