I know it is only the 28th on the calendar, but it’s the Friday night all over again. I’m on my way to work now and when I get home I’ll see the cops pull up in front of the house, your sister has called and asked if we have talked to you today and dad says no, why? She hangs up without saying a word, I get upset because we now know something is going on, but it’s not what I think right now. I just think you must have gotten pulled over again. When the cop walks up to the front of the house he says Mrs. Patterson, I say yes, he’s hurrying up the drive. He says there is no easy way to say this and my heart drops. He continues to tell us what happened and then asks us so many questions, that I can’t answer. I’m in shock and I don’t do anything but hold on to your dad as the officer continues to talk, I can’t move or even look at him. He leaves us his card and we come back in the house and head over to your place where everyone is. I haven’t cried yet, because I think it’s some kind of mistake. We meet Krista first, then caleb, Mike and Nate come next, we go into the house and Dusty is coming out of his room and he is so shook up. I stop him and talk to him. I’m still in shock and I don’t cry until we are on our way back home. I call Michelle, it’s so unreal and I don’t know what to do. You were so happy outside, that we all missed something so difficult on the inside. For that I am so, so very sorry, I should have known I was your mom, I just should have known that something was wrong. I loved you before, I loved you now and I’ll love you forever. This is for you. Sometimes I catch a glimpse, In softened waves of blue My child, my heart….when I see a smile I can’t help but think of you Sometimes these waves fill oceans. And feelings string on every shore A collection of each memory And every day I wish for more Sometimes I watch for answers Because each day I call to you I ask for faith and courage And strength…to help me through Sometime I ask for bravery Like dolphins in the deep Because time moves oh so slowly And sometimes the road is steep Sometimes I need to scream This was not what I had planned Why you ever suffered This mom can’t understand Sometimes I hear your laughter And remember you at play I always miss you, Gregg Not sometimes, but every day. I love you honey, so very, very much Mom.
Posted on: Fri, 28 Jun 2013 09:31:04 +0000