My Dear Philip,
I knew you struggled, I wish I could’ve taken it away
I know you knew we all cared, but you just couldn’t stay
I believe you knew we are all strong enough that we can carry on
I want you to know it feels unbearable that you are really gone
I know I will look for your smile, miss your hugs and laughter
I know I am glad you are my son and will be forever after
I want to thank you for knowing we needed one last moment before away you flew
I want you to know, even though you already knew, I have so much love for you
by Mac (your mom)
The death of a child is not something I thought I would ever go through, yet here I am. Philip, my beloved son of 17 years, lost his battle with mental illness the day after his 17th birthday. How ugly this disease is! Experiencing it myself is one thing, but to see my own child ravaged by depression and to finally lose his life by his own hand, it is more than anyone, let alone a parent, should have to bear!
I will continue to advocate the need for more awareness for mental health sufferers and those that love them. You can help too, in two ways, both greatly appreciated!