These are the letters that I wrote after my son died. He died from a drug overdose. He was seventeen. The letters are in no order and follow no linear timeline. They are just my thoughts as I had them while confronting my grief over the death of my child. The letters are a way for me to try to disentangle my thoughts and feelings surrounding Garrett’s death. I loved him. I loved him and I still do right now love him.
If you would like to hear a little bit about what it is like to grieve for someone you love, or if you are looking for something to resonate with because you have also lost someone you love, I invite you listen if it is helpful to you. Perhaps you might see yourself, or the person are missing.
An edited version of the letters is available in book form:
astrid_oliver@hotmail.com