Yesterday I went to see my baby boy at the cemetery. I took Breezy to get her fake nails removed and she had a couple of friends with her so I thought I would take the time to see how the flowers were doing on his grave. I must say that the anguish I felt as I weeded around the flowers was bad. I sobbed and asked why but of course I didnt get an answer. When I went to pick the girls back up I stayed in the van and regained my composure. I must say that these young ladies just got in the van and didnt miss a beat. I know they could tell I had been crying but didnt say a word. Just chattered and took my mind to a better place. Then today while driving to Wal-Mart, the song I drive your truck came on. Tears poured from my eyes but the girls didnt say a word. Just sang along with the song. These young ladies are so kind. They see my pain and but it doesnt make them not want to be around me. They just take it in stride and stay by my daughter without a second thought. No strings attached. The same goes with my friends. They dont shy away from me because I may cry. They listen as I talk about my baby boy. The last two weeks have been very rough. The three young lives lost in Nicholas county and a young boy drowning while we were at the beach brought the night of Christophers death flooding back. The helicopter looking for the young boy that night reminded me of the life flight that Christopher decided he didnt want to take. But today I got to hug a young man who, even though has to wear a neck brace for a while is going to be ok. When Missy, Steve and Stevie came to visit on their way home from the doctor I thought, I got this. I wont cry. But when I hugged Stevie goodbye the tears yet again started to flow. I knew he was okay but it still brings out the what ifs. I believe a special angel named Christopher was with this special young man that night and a little over a week later a special young lady Krista. He loved this family like I do. I must say that the closer I get to the one year mark of losing our precious son/bubby, the harder it is to survive. But with the love of my husband, daughter, our family and friends I know we will make it through this somehow. To all who have lost their loved ones, especially their children, I pray for peace. For those whose loved ones are hurt or sick, I pray for them to feel better or whatever Gods will. For my little family, I pray for strength. We need Gods help everyday. Good night and God bless.
Posted on: Thu, 31 Jul 2014 02:35:02 +0000
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