I Love You More

On a summer evening in our rural Missouri home, my son Dan, only 37 years old, passed away on our front porch from a drug overdose. Dan had struggled through many years of drug use. After a near fatal overdose almost 3 years prior, he was living sober with his sister and I.

Thrust into a tsunami of grief, writing has poured my trauma onto paper. Intensely emotional poetry and many sketches that Dan had drawn are within. Art was Dan's therapy.

After the loss of my mother from cancer and the e...