I lost my son today. He was 30. A long battle with cancer and a hard life for one so young. I am alone. I am angry at myself for being so angry with him for some of the things he had done. Now none of his mistakes matter, I;d take them all on again if I could just talk with him one last time. I was in the ICU with him when the docs took him off life support. Slowly but inexorably his vitals ran down until BP read 0/0. I kissed him and told hm I ,oved him and was there, at least, til his final minute. I am alone. So very damn alone, so very damn aching, my sons, his brothers are on their way but won't be home for a few more hours. They told me not let him suffer waiting for them to arrive. I am crying. God I hurt no parent should see their child die before them. Sorry to burden whoever reads but you have become my online friends. Right this moment that;s all I have. I remember the tow headed curly haired imp ,then the rebellious teen who starting drugs and the war between us as he fought them on and off. Then the cancer. He had it whipped we thought. Then 2 weeks ago his belly swelled up and doctors said he was full of cancerous bile, the final stage. He went from 175 ounds f muscle to 80 pounds of skeletal skin. I sat all day at ICU after his wife called. Then the meeting with the medical team. We are torturing him to keep him alive. You have to make a decision. We did, as a family. God forgive me. Sometimes life makes no damn sense at all....