Been reading this thread all along but I just don't have the words to express how sorry I am for your loss.
My grandparents lost a son when he was 21, driving home from University for a long weekend. Labour Day weekend this past year was the 30th anniversary of his death. Some wounds never heal, but lives carry on and the best thing you can do is remember and remind people what a special person he was.
He was a hockey player and my grandparents have a few of his trophies in a cabinet by their kitchen. When we were younger we used to ask my Grandma about him and listen to stories for hours. I feel like I knew him even though he died 5 years before I was born.
Your parents are lucky to have you to lean on, and vice versa.
Last edited by malcolmk14; 04-02-2012 at 11:48 PM.
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