Stories of Lost Children
My Son Chad
by Linda Guess, Tullahoma, TN, U.S.A.
On August 23, 2003 my day started normal not knowing it was going to be the worst day of my life. Chad was my first born, my only son. Up till the day he died, I always called him my baby; still do. We were so close. He shared everything with me; we were like best friends. I called him every night before I went to bed to say goodnight and tell him I love him. But that Friday night, I was sick and didn't get to talk to him thinking I would call him the next day. That day never come. Chad died in his sleep that night at the age of 22. He was a big guy - 6'4 and 250 lbs, but had a heart that was so tender and caring. He was never a stranger; he made friends with everyone young and old. I don't even know yet what he died from. Its been 4 weeks and its like a part of me died with him that day. I don't know if I'll ever get over this but finding this site and reading other people's stories has been comforting to me. I just had to share a piece of Chad back to you. I think not making that phone call the night before has made this even more unbearable. I didn't get the chance to say "I love you" one more time. I know he knew it, but that doesn't help me at the present time. Its all still new and I'm going through so many emotions that are overwhelming. Chad you were the light of my life. You brought me so much joy and you were truly a gift from heaven. And now that you were called back home, you are still the light of my life because I carry you around in my heart and memories every single day! I love and miss you so much. You will always be my baby boy.
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