This
weekend marks what would have been his 24th birthday.
My husband is taking me out of town - no easy
task in remote Alaska.
We’re going to
see a friend perform in a play, see a movie (or three), go to COSTCO.
Such mundane, ordinary activities…
But,
he knows me. He knows I need to keep
moving.
That as much as I want to sit
and stare into space, or sleep day in and day out, what’s best for me is to
keep on keeping on.
Get out and interact
with people.
To laugh, and cry, with
others.
To live.
As
we prepare to leave town I realize I will be spending this weekend with the
same people who were with me the night before I found out about his death.
The same people I spent my birthday with less
than two weeks later.
And those who just
shared Christmas with me.
They’ve been
here through it all.
I
am very grateful to have such a wonderful husband, and great friends.
It’s gonna be a tough weekend, but I won’t
have to go it alone.
The not knowing....
ReplyDeleteIt is with us everyday.
So also is the knowing.
You knowingly chose life
You knowingly chose to be connected to your son
You knew since the day he was born that he would always be an important part of you
Knowing the beginning
Not knowing the end
It's a truth we face everyday
No child should leave this earth before his parent
Your sadness in losing Michael
overwhelming
But find comfort in what you've known since the day of his birth
A mothers love knows no bounds
Because he was born into this life
He made you and the people he knew strong and happy
He knew a love that was uniquely yours and his alone
He knew he was loved
He will always be with you as he always has been
In your heart
Love to you and Tom
Thank you Kathy. For being my friend... for everything. I love you.
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