Who Am I? When I lost my son, I lost me too. We are less than a week away from the six-month point. Soon we will have lived half a year without Xavier, yet it doesn't even seem possible. Time is not the same when you are grieving. It's like it doesn't even exist. Everyday feels like it was just yesterday we said goodbye. I have lost track of any linear timeframe of events and couldn't tell you what happened a month ago. Time does matter because time to me is only a painful reminder of how long I have lived without and likely have to live before I see my sweet boy again. I honestly don't know how I have made it this far. To imagine I could endure so much pain for half a year and still survive is a testament to our God and his presence in my life. Without his strength helping me make it through each day, I would not still be here. I am tired of feeling so much pain. I am losing patience with myself now. Half a year seems like a lot of time, but t...