My son died on August 8, 2012. Tears well up as I type these words.
Drey meant the world to me.
He committed suicide. “Committed.” Implying it was a crime. People “commit” murder. My son was no criminal. He took his own life.
Drey had just graduated high school and had just celebrated his 19th birthday.
He was my only child.
A Friend on the Walk 
It’s awesome to see you starting to blog. I’m with you all the way, baby.
Robbie
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I agree wholeheartedly about the language that is archaic to describe this kind of death. I have written about it on my blog as well. The world needs to be educated. It will take us to do it. Perhaps it was all in His plan.