Thank you God for allowing me, my family, friends, and those that woke up this morning to see another day. My heart is heavy this morning, but my God, has everything under control. Let not my heart be weary. My son left this earth and went home to be with his father, his maker, his true friend, his God. Hes at peace. Took me ah while to accept this but God makes no mistakes. Losing ah relative, friend, or even ah teacher is painful and it hurts but losing your child is like losing ah part of you. My son has been gone, in flesh, for 5 months and theres not ah day that goes by that i dont miss him. I pray everyday for God to strengthen me, my children, my grandson, my relatives, and his true friends. What saddens me is that some people come around when they find out about the death, during the arrangements for the funeral, and at the repast. Then the week after, the phone calls stop, and the visits stop, and you are alone crying, needing someone to talk to. We have to remember that when we have buried our loved ones, the thoughts, memories, and hurt doesnt go away when they tell you the service is now over and you may return to your car. It stays with you forever. My son lives on inside of me because i feel him near to me everyday. Hes my Angel looking down on us. I pray that justice prevails and the person or people that did this to my son is caught. I dont have hate in my heart for them, i juss want them to put themselves in my shoes. God sits high and looks low and he knows who you are and i leave it all in his hands. I want to thank everyone for their prayers, words of comfort, your presence, and all that yall have done during this time. Love yall.
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 15:11:32 +0000
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