You don't know me, we never met, but your story will be forever in my mind. I thought about you on Christmas Day. What a hard day that must have been. It was so close to his passing and normally such a special day. On New Years I said a prayer for you, hoping for you to have a year of healing. As I watched my four boys play in the snow, I imagined the hole you must have in your heart. When the weather changed from cold to warm and the children finished school, my heart hurt for yours. You had one less son coming home to you. And as I watch everyone send their kids back to school, posting their pictures of smiling faces, and signs of what their kids want to be when they grow up..... Well, my heart breaks for you.
How many dreams did your boy have? How many dreams did you dream for him? Such a young life, one I am sure was full of life, taken too soon.
I was there that day. The day you all had to say goodbye. My boy lay in the room next to your boy. I walked past you and Dr. Werner as he was telling you there was nothing to do. I was walking to the bathroom when I heard him say those words. I could barely walk the rest of the hallway, and broke down crying in the bathroom for you.
A few hours later he passed, he was taken from you. You and your family mourned. We mourned as well. As I lay with my head buried in my sons covers on his bed, I felt eyes watching me. I looked up to see a girl, she was with your family. She stood at our door and watched us. She held up her hands in a prayer position and pointed at my boy. I mouthed thank you and I'm sorry.
Oh Momma, we never met, but your story will forever be mingled in mine. I weep for you today. I wish you could send your boy back to school as I send mine. I pray for you at the change of every season, Momma. My heart goes out to you.
