Please Don't Say Anything! Don't Start Any Trouble!

I want my heart to stop beating because I just got the call no mother wants to get. The call that screams your child is gone. He was 42 years old, but he was my baby. The words echo suddenly, "He is gone." I scream, "No. We spoke just a few hours earlier. Make him come back, Jesus! You can do it. It's only a few hours. Oh God, turn back time."

Once a true optimist and strong believer, I find my faith in God shaken to the core. I blame myself, I want to hurt myself, and I want to die. I hold...