My 28-year-old son was healthy, active, and loved sports. He was full of life and always moving forward. On August 20th, 2021, while playing football, he suddenly collapsed. We rushed him in an ambulance and went to four different hospitals, desperately hoping someone could save him. Sadly, none of them were able to help, and he passed away on the way. He suffered a sudden cardiac arrest. Even today, it feels impossible to believe that he is gone.
Every morning, I wake up feeling like he is still sleeping in his room. My heart expects to see him, to hear his voice. My younger son is struggling deeply with this loss, and my husband is depressed and taking medication. Our entire family feels broken.
There are moments when I feel so miserable that I question why I am still alive while my son is gone. He was just beginning his life. He had dreams, plans, and a future he was excited about. Losing him feels unbearably unfair.
Life feels cruel. People who are very sick sometimes wish for death, yet it is young, healthy people who are taken away too soon. I don’t believe I will ever fully recover from this loss. Every day feels like a battle—my body continues to live, but inside, a part of me feels like it is dying little by little.
The smiling face you see in the photo is my older son—the one who passed away.
Last Christmas, we sat together and shared a meal as a family. This Christmas, he is no longer with us. Please love your family deeply and cherish every moment, because you never know when someone you love may be gone forever.