- 500 days since I saw the Facebook post
- 500 days since I made the call to the middle child asking "what car is your mother driving today"
- 500 days since I "just knew"
- 500 days since I started throwing clothes in a suitcase
- 500 days since I started the long drive back to Wichita
- 500 days since I arrived at the garage and found more sorrow, shock and disbelief that I had witnessed in my entire life up to that point
- 500 days since I lost my baby boy, my riding buddy and the father of my grand daughter
- 500 days since a brother would never walk through the garage or be early for dinner
- 500 days since an uncle would never jump on the trampoline, build legos or play cops and robbers
- 500 days of sadness, anger, lost hope, lost faith and lost dreams of what could have been
- 500 days of lost times with a daughter that adored her daddy
- 500 days that missed the first day of school, the first tooth falling out and her broken leg
- 500 days of wishing it was just a bad dream but it's not
- 500 days that I would gladly change places
Is it any easier? No, and I'm not sure that it's any softer yet either.
1 comment:
No it isn't any easier it isn't softer. You and I will always have memories of our beautiful son. I am so very grateful to be his mother. I love that you and I created
such a caring loving compassionate person. Your writings are wonderful. They make me cry and smile. So bittersweet
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