This is an excellent article appearing in the New Yorker online. Poet Edward Hirsch writes about the loss of his son, Gabriel at age twenty-two. It is a moving and thought-provoking piece. What is uncanny is that some of the words he uses to describe his son, what his friends said about him, and how he comported himself through the world could also describe my son.
I will not forgive you
Sun of emptiness
Sky of blank clouds
I will not forgive you
Indifferent God
Until you give me back my son.
Sadly, both he and I know that can never happen.
Thank you so much for sharing this. Very sad and moving.