A picture speaks a thousand words...

Sad ... Crushed... Broken... My eyes keep leaking my heart is shattered and in pain my head is reeling and I go through the motions of living. I breath but inside I am screaming. Yet all around me people continue with their normal lives. Something as simple as getting petrol and the cashier says "have you any plans for the bank holiday?" And I reply "no not really" and smile but I want to curl into a ball a cry. Really I am thinking it will be a good day to even get up !
I can't make decisions so please don't ask me to. I can't be excited for the future so please be gentle with me. You see my son was murdered and I can't get my head round it, so please understand I am a mother who is grieving for not only what I have lost but for the future we will never have. Please treat me kindly thank you.