WHERE ARE YOU, MY SWEET BOY?

The first anniversary of my son's death is quickly approaching and I find myself wanting to shut down. I have to keep working and taking care of my family, but all I want to do is give in to the sadness and cry - not just a few tears, but a river of tears. How can that be, when I have already cried a river? I just want my boy to come home to me. I know that he IS HOME, but I wasn't ready to let go. He was only thirty.