I must think good thoughts. . .

for it wasn't me who lost a son.


Life could always be worse,
but this feel like a treacherous curse.

I am still alright
I am still alive.
Yet life feels heavy
my heart has changed
it beats differently now
with pain.

I have pain in my heart
for the life too shortly lived
for the potential unused
for the growth that has now ended.

my love really lies with the parents
one biological and one adopted
still  love all the same
this the same family
who has kept me sane.

Its interesting what you notice
when you really open your eyes
when you see what you've missed
that were standing in front of you all along…
breath.
stay strong.
you can't lose your mind to this.

Lets give him one last kiss
recall the life that bloomed before your eyes
he was a natural leader, bold and alive
he will connect us in grief for the rest of our lives

It beautiful really, the way people bond in distress
its poetic really, now one boy can be missed by all the rest

We lost an angel that day.
Friday April the 4th- 4,4,14
But his memory will live on in my stories
this adventurer deserves an epic journey
walk with me as i imagine your glory
and how you will save us from suffering in your absence.