Accepting the loss of my son

Dear Heavenly Father, please guide me in the acceptance of the death of my beloved 23 year old son. He loss his life to gun violence. I had to accept that he was brain dead and would never return to us. As they cut him off from the machine his sister, cousin and I recited The 23 Psalm, The Lord’s Prayer and I song a hymn to him I would always sing to him as a baby. My baby and I had a special bond. We always communicated and in his 23 years we never went a day without some form of communicatuon. We talked every thing and have a really close knit family. Outwardly, I appeared so strong and knowed that I had to freely give my baby back to God. But on the inside, I felt and feel like death. I am hurting so bad. I am praying and reading my word. My husband gets angry when I cry and I feel guilty for crying in front of my 15 year old daughter whom I am so grateful for. How do I manage this great loss and keep the remainder of my family whole. In Jesus name, I pray.

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Your son is safe with the Lord, he’s a part of you,in your :heart: forever.
We all cry at our losses in life, your husband is burying his grief as men do, seeing you cry just reminds him what you have all lost.
Keep his memory alive, talk to friends, help your daughter to regain her confidence in life, as losing her brother will have made her see life as it is. My prayers are for you always :folded_hands::folded_hands::folded_hands::united_kingdom::innocent:

I am so sorry for your loss…no parent should have to endure what you’ve endured. Psalm 34:18 says “The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.” You don’t have to hold it all together. Jesus wept, and He welcomes your tears. Crying doesn’t dishonor your son—it honors how deeply you loved him.

I feel your pain, having loss my older son in April. He was 53, diagnosed with congestive heart failure, and passed away in his sleep. I pray every day, and some days are better than others Anything can trigger a memory that causes me to cry, but I do so privately. May God provide you with strength. It is a very tough road.