On an article on losing a son - this is dedicated to all my friends around the world and everyone in the town of Secaucus...this is how Ive survived through the last 5 years so THANK YOU ALL: Add to my memories instead: Tell me how you remember my baby, my boy, my young man. Tell me a story about him; free some from the cobwebs of my mind. Give me those keepsakes; give me that gold; fill my treasure chest with recollections. Every new one I have to cherish is a gift from you. Bring him up in conversations; talk about him; mention his name easily and often. I need to talk about him, too, and as often as possible — correct or not — in the present tense. Dont be silent for fear of stirring up hurt: The hurt and tears are constant; I am the walking wounded, and I just want you, as always, to walk with me. And while you may wish that I could move on — please know that I cant possibly live long enough to heal from this loss. The best I can do is live with it, to somehow live through it, to learn to live as a mother whose life goes on even though one of her sons’ has ended. You can pray for Justin and me (and I know you all have and for Derek as well) Ill make it easy. Just come close: Call today and say that you want to get together — to have coffee. Tell me that you think about my son, too, and miss him. That message soothes my broken heart. Send a message any time, and frequently — if just to recommend a book or share a quote that comforts you. Let your heart speak. Just touch my hand: That, too, touches my heart.
Posted on: Sun, 12 Oct 2014 15:21:27 +0000