Thankyou everyone for your heartfelt condolences and prayers. With every post I read, I shed another tear, but each tear brings me one tinsy bit closer to understanding and accepting what has happened.
I slept well last night knowing my little boy was at peace. He will never know the meaning of pain, he will never have to experiance heartache, he will never grow old. I know he is watching over us, and hopefully will be a guiding light for Shelby. (I can imagine her blaming him for a few bad decisions, lol "Max made me do it")
I know time heals all wounds, and I also truely believe that one life ends so another can begin. His soul will live in, hopefully one day he will come back to us, but if not I know he is happy playing with all the other angels.
I could say why me?
But why not?
What makes me so special that I shouldn't experiance this?
I am special, because I can accept without blame.
He was my son and I love him
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