Sunday, September 13, 2015
As we get closer to that day, I can feel it coming.
That aching, paralyzing pain that comes with the knowledge that you're not here.
And I wish you were.
It would have been a big year for you, starting middle school and I can't help but wonder what you would have wanted to do? Band? Sports? Drama? Art?
A week ago, Joe started middle school.
The night before he was up in the night because he felt sick. After some talking, he admitted that perhaps it was just a little nerves not knowing what to expect. I wrapped him in my arms (which felt so good) and told him he'd be just fine and I wanted to believe it, but I was so angry with you.
I was so angry you died. How nice it would have been for him to have someone to go with. Someone who felt his same nerves~ Someone who could reassure him (other than mom) that it was going to be just fine. I tried to imagine how it would have been... How it could have been...
Eventually he felt better and drifted off to sleep,
but my mind was all over the place with worry... Could he get his locker open again? Would he find his classes? Would he make friends?
I felt sick.
And then I took a moment to pause. A moment to breathe. I always think about you but especially in September. I remember that day when you were born and somehow I knew you were there and I felt that perfect indescribable peace. You and God. It was so real. So right there I still feel like I can reach out and touch it. I did all I could to close my eyes and imagine. To be back there. In that room. Almost 12 years ago.
Somehow I knew it would be OK.
And it was.
I have a feeling you were with him.
He had an amazing day.
Thank you my sweet, sweet, boy
& happy (almost) 12th Birthday.
I sure miss you more than you will ever, ever know.
All my love,