A Facebook Memory To My Son
My grief has morphed, Brooks...
It is not the deep machete cuts it was earlier...
Now it is more reflective...still biting...bleeding...barely healing wounds...but I can at times think of you with only the loving memories we shared so often.
Now is one of those times.
Tears still roll down, but they carry love and remembrance...and I think of all that made you who you were...and I am happy for those "things."
I will come and visit you after this and feel the cool, night air refresh me, and look for you in the stars, and will remember you as my precious, loving boy...infectious smile...laughter to heal...words to comfort...and be just as proud as if you were standing next to me.
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