Today is the 2nd aniversary of my oldes son James’ death. He was 19 and committed suicide. There was no note, no reason, no one knew anything was wrong, he just came home and shot himself. He was only 4 days away from moving into his own apartment and starting college in Portland. He was very excited about having his own place. Losing him was something I will never get over. I just move forward, missing him dearly every day.
He was such a wonderful person, he lit up a room with his soft, caring spirit. He had a lot of friends, who miss him terribly too. He loved to play the electric guitar, and I have to say he was quite good. He was a natural artist. He always loved to draw from the time he was litte. Here is a sketch he did when he was probably 16, just sitting in his room, listening to music and drawing. He loved to draw dragons and creatures from another world.
After he died, the photographer who took his senior pictures, made a little book for us with some of those pictures. It was a very special gift to us. These are a couple of the pictures from that book.
He is forever 19, and he is missed.