Wednesday, August 19, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I was in your room, doing my art. I looked at the door and got up and walked over to it. Under the shirts, and scarves, are the pants you wore on that last day. They still had the belt in the loops. I sobbed, as I grabbed them and held them to me. They still smell like you, and it is profoundly heartbreaking to smell the "you" that is forever gone. I miss you, my son. I dont want this life without you. I know things can never be as they were, but I still pray that this is all a mistake, or a dream, and I will wake up. I plead with the universe, everyday. In soft whispers, I repeat over and over, "please....please..." It is my mantra. I love you, my brown eyed boy....for eternity. -Mama
Monday, August 10, 2015
I thought I heard you coming down the steps again yesterday. And, for that wonderful millisecond...believed that it was you. It still amazes me that I can genuinely believe it is you, for that flash of time. That flash is like seeing into another time just before your intellect can get you back on the road....Does that make sense? I can't articulate the clarity of that everlasting moment...I just want to lose myself in that place where you still are....
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