One More Minute....
Though extremely difficult, writing this
post has proven to be somewhat therapeutic. To explain, these past weeks have
been a nightmare for my family and I. Literally. On May 27th at shortly after
four a.m. we received a phone call that my husband's son had died. I will
rephrase that...our son had died. It
never mattered whether I was his biological mother or not, I married his
father, taking on the roll as stepmother. But, in his eyes, I was mom; he
always called me mom with an air of the sincerest affection any child could bestow
upon their parent. And, I always felt deeply honoured.
Aside from my husband's inconsolable grief,
I can't tell you, nor can I possibly explain the loss I feel other than there's
a hole in my heart and no matter what anyone says nothing will fill it. Our family is now incomplete. He was
truly a kind soul, the type of person who loved his family and friends beyond
measure.
I have no regrets, no should have, and no could
have, because we had a wonderful relationship, him and I, which I will
cherish as memories. But I do wish we'd had more time. That's all. Just one
more minute—one more hour—anything. I know it
sounds selfish, but he really deserved more than 33 years.
Losing a person we love is difficult
enough, but when it's someone you least expect, someone who should by rights outlive
you, it makes the loss more devastating.
To our son:
His Journey Has
Begun
by Ellen Brenneman
Don’t think of
him as gone away
his journey’s
just begun,
life holds so
many facets
this earth is
only one.
Just think of
him as resting
from the
sorrows and the tears
in a place of
warmth and comfort
where there are
no days and years.
Think how he
must be wishing
that we could
know today
how nothing but
our sadness
can really pass
away.
And think of
him as living
in the hearts
of those he touched…
for nothing
loved is ever lost
and he was
loved so much.
Love Mom xox
I'm so so sorry for your loss.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Elise.
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