Losing a child with mental illness and living with no closer.

My name is Debbie Lewis. My son's name was Jason. He was 27 years old. He suffered from mental illness , Sycotic Skitzophrinia. For a few years we tried to keep him home with us , but it was impossible to give him the care he needed. I was dealing with depression and post tramatic disorder and did not know how to deal with his illness.

The doctor suggested me to place him in a home with the 24 supervision he needed. In a couple of years i witnessed how bad this disease really was. Jason did not like me to see him unwell , so we decided it would be best to just talk on the phone. It worked for awhile, he would call me so many times letting me know he loved me and thanked us for not giving up on him. Each week i watched him suffer more and more and it was so difficult for me to see it. I felt so helpless as a mom .

The last time Jason and I spoke was the end of May 2008 and he told me he was really sick and needed to get help. I reasured him I was here if he needed me . He said he would call me when he felt better. That call never came. On June 28th 2008 the Toronto Police called my husband at work looking for me about Jason. They were not able to tell my husband Morgan anything cause he was not his biological father. He called me at home and my God I froze from the top of my head to the tips of my toes. I felt sick and full of anxiety. 

I called his workers and they told me to relax that Jason was just missing and that there was a missing report on him. I got off the phone and tried to relax. A police woman came to my door and I let her in. I told and showed pictures of Jason . I asked where have they looked for him so far and she told me he was no longer missing. I smiled and asked where they found him.

The police woman then said , I am here to let you know that Jason has passed away. I got sick to my stomach. I  then called my husband and told him , I gave permission to the police woman to talk to my husband. In closing, Jason did not die June 28th , he died on June 11, 2008. My husband and I still live with no closure to why it took them almost 3 weeks to get in touch with us. I am so lost . This is my first time sharing his story.