When I lost my son David I realized that:
The magic of life is lost.
The main theme of life is love.
I can work hard despite the anger.
Even when I laugh, I am sad.
David is precious to me, but not to those who do not know him. He means nothing to them.
The joy of my heart is gone.
I am aware of things now that previous to his death I was not aware of.
The zest and the spark of life is gone as well.
My stubborn will does not want to yield.