Four years ago today, I received that call that no parent ever wants to receive...... you were GONE! You were supposed to be in your room in your bed.
I sat there for 45 minutes not moving, thinking if I didn’t move maybe I would wake up from this nightmare.
My nightmare was just beginning. Each passing day, I think the pain will ease up & it just doesn’t. I laugh like I know you would want me too. I don’t cry everyday anymore, but the pain is just sometimes more than I can handle. My heart physically hurts missing you.
With great love comes greater loss. In my own personal hell