My son, Daniel, was shot by another student 22 years ago. He was 15 years old and he was buried the day before Thanksgiving. These parents will be ok until after the funerals and life continues as if nothing happened. I let the anger eat me alive for 17 years. I was mad at God, family, friends, and anyone that came into my life. I was angry st each one for different reasons. I finally realized that I was never going to find out why this happened and being angry was not going to do me any good because I did not know who to be mad at. I learned to take everything one day at a time. Don't think of tomorrow, next week or next month because it can be overwhelming. Tackle a day at a time and hug your children and never let them leave your site without telling them how much you love them and how much they mean to you. In five years, I moved 23 times because nowhere felt like home because Daniel was not there. It has been 22 years and I think of Daniel each and every day. You learn to cope, but your life will be changed forever.
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