Every day I wait to see if this day I will return to the world around me.  I see my granddaughters almost every day. They are the reason I am still going on.  I am living every parents worst nightmare and I will never wake up from it.  Almost every day I am also told by well meaning friends and family that I have to "stay strong" or some other similar remark.  I want to scream and let everyone know that I am not strong.  A huge part of me feels as if it also died with my son.  The sadness and emptiness are not getting better I'm only hiding it more.  I do try to be in a better mood for my family especially my daughter-in-law.  She is also going through a terrible time.  She was always by my son's side during his illness.  She loved so very much.  Does the empitness and pain ever go away?  Or does one just wait until it's time to die then it's over?