Post by jezebel on Sept 4, 2013 14:19:10 GMT -5
My son's brthday is tomorrow
I am going to borrow a idea off of some of the people posted here, I am going to buy some Black and Red ballons and release then at 4:45 when David came into this world I am going to write on a card and see how far they get. Life still is hard at times and I sometimes wonder why but I was told by a preacher he is kin that maybe somehere in his life was something he couodn't handle maybe we all think he could of handled our father's death but maybe he coulodn't, I don't have a day go by I don't think f my son talk to him and I think people would think I am bookers I don't care I seem to think the futher I am away from when David died it IS getting easier I miss my son more then word can tell but he is not far I se him every day in the picture we have on the wall and I still buy things for his mock grave, I have had no one tell me I am sick a.. I reckon you do get a little off something you are not the same but my normal is gone and never will be the same, I still find I have bouts of I can't believe this isn't a dream and David WILL walk throught th door or call me but in my heart I know it is so. Maybe I still cling to hoping he is somehwere I know he should of called but I didn't see his body I didn't want this to be the last thing to see David and have that in mind and be in my nightmares, or having it huant me all my days, I know David would understand why I didn't ID his body There was no one else that it could of been. Well enough babling I thought I would let you all know and what I am to do I hope all you don't mind be borrowing thie from all you.
Rhayden
I am going to borrow a idea off of some of the people posted here, I am going to buy some Black and Red ballons and release then at 4:45 when David came into this world I am going to write on a card and see how far they get. Life still is hard at times and I sometimes wonder why but I was told by a preacher he is kin that maybe somehere in his life was something he couodn't handle maybe we all think he could of handled our father's death but maybe he coulodn't, I don't have a day go by I don't think f my son talk to him and I think people would think I am bookers I don't care I seem to think the futher I am away from when David died it IS getting easier I miss my son more then word can tell but he is not far I se him every day in the picture we have on the wall and I still buy things for his mock grave, I have had no one tell me I am sick a.. I reckon you do get a little off something you are not the same but my normal is gone and never will be the same, I still find I have bouts of I can't believe this isn't a dream and David WILL walk throught th door or call me but in my heart I know it is so. Maybe I still cling to hoping he is somehwere I know he should of called but I didn't see his body I didn't want this to be the last thing to see David and have that in mind and be in my nightmares, or having it huant me all my days, I know David would understand why I didn't ID his body There was no one else that it could of been. Well enough babling I thought I would let you all know and what I am to do I hope all you don't mind be borrowing thie from all you.
Rhayden