Friday, September 9, 2016

I wish there was a way to speak to you.
I wish you could make yourself known.
Sometimes, I feel like there is a just a veil
that separates us.
Other times, I feel like your atoms just blasted from the crematorium out into space,
just organic "matter" again.
But, I hold on to the knowledge of how strong your soul was/is.
And, deep down I long for the idea of the light, and meeting your loved ones again on the "other" side. I just hope with all that is in me, that we can somehow "see" each other again.
I miss you so much, my most loved son. Your voice echoes in my ears.
I will always remember your laugh, your smile. Your many gestures, funny, good and bad.
You did not deserve the way you died.
It was awful, and I relive it every single day. Your end must have been so fucking agonizing, and scary. I would die to have that taken away from you.
I love you so much, Frankie.
Always. Always. Always. My son.

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