Today is my son Joseph’s birthday. He would have been 31 today. Someone once told me that it looked like my head was cut off, and put on his shoulders: he looked so much like me!
He is a reminder of the past, a reminder of the love within the four walls of my home, and a reminder that others in this world have pain too.
I can’t forget my son, so I can’t forget the love and/or the many people in this world who suffer. I guess I could just go on, live MY life, and not worry about anything else, but I’ve been there, felt the heartbreak and the pain, and the cold emptiness that sits like a cape on my shoulders.
He didn’t live a long life: he wasn’t even 2 years old when God called. He had no chance to do anything in life for himself, or others, yet he has touched me all these years, and reminded me, I have to open my heart and give.
There are people out there I genuinely care about, people who I’ve known all my life, some I met after many years of absence, and some I have yet to meet. We won’t dwell in our sorrow, instead we will laugh in spite of it! We will watch a sunrise as well as a sunset, sing a song and paint a picture. And God forbid, if need be, hold each other’s hand when that time comes. But I hope to be there.
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I am so sorry that you had to endure the pain of losing a child. He was a beautiful boy. I know he is smiling in heaven. Hugs to you and Ellen on this day.
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