I'm Jessica. Almost 2 years ago my son took his life. In honor of him. I'd like to go to the ocean. It was his favorite place.

On June 14, 1 year 9 months and 20 days since my son took his life. I have not been the same since. Where kindness and love once grew, now there is sorrow. A huge part of me died when he did. I was just 17 and in foster care when I found out I was pregnant. I had him a couple weeks after I turned 18, and I loved him with all my being. I was in no position to be taking care of a child when I didn't even know how, so at six months I placed him for adoption. A lovely family took him in, loved him, and cared for him. When he was 16, he found me. It was like no time had passed, and it was beautiful. I was so happy to have him back, even if for just a short time. He lived in Montana. He came and saw me a few times, and I went to see him once. When I went to his final resting place, I just want to sit with him and tell him how things are going.