I use to scream and cry “it is time for you to come HOME now, you have been gone way too long !”. Grief, denial, pain so unbearable for a mother’s heart or mind to comprehend. The reality is you are home … I am the one who is not. Faith tells my heart we WILL be reunited the second my work here on earth is through. I will hold you in my arms once again and never have to let go. My sweet boy.
Crimson Hope a collection of words 