My Precious Baby Max, The stages of grief do not occur in a linear pattern, nor do you complete one stage and then progress to the next. I write this because tonight, I am angry. I am not angry at you, I am not angry at God, I am not angry at one individual. I am just mad. I read something tonight that does not pertain to me at all but for some reason, I just got mad. I miss you so bad still that it hurts. I have no tolerance for idiots. Just Saying. On a brighter note, your cohort from UWF are getting ready to graduate with their MSW in May. I am so very happy for them ,but it is bittersweet. I know you loved that program so very much. I wish I could go to their graduation. I know you would be beaming if you were still here to complete that goal.I know you would be so wonderful at your job. But..when I start getting so wrapped up in my blubbering grief, I remember where you are. You have completed your journey and are in paradise.One day my sweet Son, I will see you again. Until then, I will do the only thing I know to do and that is to put my trust in the only one who can wrap me in his arms and soothe my weary soul. Max, I love you so much and when I close my eyes, I can see your Mop head and beautiful smile. Until we meet again, that will have to do. Come see me in my dreams my wonderful Son. I love you oodles of noodles, Your Momma
Posted on: Fri, 23 Jan 2015 03:01:16 +0000