As a single parent, I saw my little ones grown into adulthood. My oldest was my only son, who was so special from the day he was born.He was always there for me and his two younger sisters. Not a single time did I ever think that I would bury my son before my time on earth ended. I was totally unprepared to give him up. It came so sudden while I was on a short trip and I thought the plane would never get me home.
He was always so special to me...he was always joking and I loved having him around. It has been just over four months since I buried my son and I am trying so very hard to get back on the path of life; my son would want me to do that but there is such a hurt in my heart I wonder if it will ever go away. I have made a garden memorial in my back yard and I go there to be with him in spirit. I pray God will give me the strength to understand and accept His Will. My heart goes out to all who have lost something precious in their life. My father used to say "time takes everything but memories", and I thank God for those. My son is buried next to my father and mother where he wanted to be. My place is next to him. I know someday we will be a family again.