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My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Summer, Forever Summer: Dylan Daisies, Summer’s Sunshine Dylan, 18 years old, Spring 2010 I lost Dylan on June 25th 2012. Monday. 1:52 a.m. Only jus…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : A Sad Welcome if You’ve Found Me Here: If you have cause to read this now– Suicide of a child shatters a parent’s heart Please know my heart aches for you. I am so s…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : An Abrupt Awakening: Foray into the Holidays 2015: The Holidays Descend (Aka: Suicide never ends) Dylan home for Christmas  And so it is I checked out last night, hoisted the white f…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Suicide: It Never Lets Go: Love Never Lets Go Merry Christmas, Dylan. Oh that smile– The pain of suicide never lets go.  Dying Inside. Holding my breath. P…

Originally Published: My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : The Unwanted Effect of Living Backwards After Suicide That All of Love Could Sweep Time Back Should’ve, Would’ve, Could’ve, If I’d only Come to See, That might I future forward live To see all eternity. That I might know when and where somehow, And here and […]

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Dylan’s Avenged 7X Tattoo: Okay, I’m going to need your help. Call out to everyone who knew Dylan in Athens at Ohio University. Anybody know who the tattoo artis…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : My Sister’s Reflections, An Excerpt from “Faces of…: An Excerpt from “Faces of Suicide: Volume 2”  (available as an e-book at Amazon for $3.00)  This excerpt is written b…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Just Breathe: My Forever Son–My Beloved Dylan March 19, 1992-June 25, 2012 Forever my heart, my wings, my love Suicide changes everything. and t…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings: The Empty Chair Most days, I cannot imagine my life without my son. Perhaps this is why starting my day is so difficult. It isn’t a…

My Forever Son, My Beloved Dylan : Memorial Day, Echoes and Hauntings: The Empty Chair Most days, I cannot imagine my life without my son. Perhaps this is why starting my day is so difficult. It isn’t a…

January 2010 at Grandma’s house, Grandpa Brown is on the computer screen–the Dylan we all know and love Saturday night and I just miss him–everything, intensely. I want it all back–Dylan and Luci flopped on the couch, gaming, the comedy channel, the history channel, boys coming over for pizza, to game, to play music, to […]

Dylan, Bethany, and Jeramiah April Something 2015 or at least I think it’s supposed to be 2015. I really am at my best when I don’t know the calendar day. I know it’s Friday–and Fridays are always good, feel good heading into the weekend. Last night I dreamt about Dylan. This is not unusual as […]

Dylan–self portrait.