Hi Beta,
Sorry you were sad, it sounds like you are working through it! I think the day that "broke" me was when I had a woman doing a ride along with me on patrol. She knew my son and asked about him. I ended up admitting to her that I was losing faith in God because of my son's suffering. She stated that God allows things so that lessons can be learned. Again I pressed, I don't understand why he has to suffer to learn his lesson. She looked at me and said "Maybe the lesson is for you". I lost my ever-loving mind, in my patrol car, crying uncontrollably. I had to drive back to the station and turn in my gun belt. I just had to tell my boss that I wasn't well and walked out the door.
It was staring me right in the face the whole time. I was in the way. I was trying so hard to fix everything, I didn't give God a chance to do his work. Well, I got the message loud and clear. Things got tremendously worse from that point on for my son, but since I had turned him over to God, I started the healing process. Your son has to find himself, heal himself and decide who he is as a person. It may not be the kid you remember, but I think, possibly, if you focus on you and who you want to be, the rest will take care of itself.
One other thing that worked for me was to ask myself "what evidence do you have?" for all of my tragic thinking. There is a news update that 5 teens died in a fiery crash:
me: omg, let me call J, it must be him. What evidence is there that anything has happened to him? What evidence is there that XYZ has happened?
Your son is 28-ish, it aint over! He still has a good 50 years in him. Perhaps give him room to write the rest of the story. You are doing the right thing by being here. The people on this site are beautiful, helpful souls and so are you Beta! Your posts have helped me heal as well.
Hang in there kiddo, you've got this, and we have you!
Love,
JMOM