Stories of Lost Children
My Loss
by D., Atwater, CA, U.S.A.
My son Michael was 17 years old when he was in a car accident. I was at work, when I got the call. I was driven to the hospital. I don't remember how they told me, I just remember seeing him. He looked perfect and I remember them asking me if there was anything I wanted that he had. I got his braclet, and still have it on. Not much more I remember but my husband driving me home. I have twin daughter and I don't remember much about them. Know one can understand unless they are a mother, not even a father knows what we carry with us every day. It was two years on July 8, 2004. And it has not gotten any easier, sad to say. This first year I went to the cemetery every day, but now I go maybe twice a week or less. I light my candles and sit, talk a while or just cry. I have not said good-bye. My son was my best friend; I talked to him about everything, my first born and my only son. I don't like to go anywhere there are alot of people that I know or who new my son. I use to go to church every Sunday and sometime daily, but not sence the accident. I don't want people to come up to me. I just know I can't handle it. My insides are a mess, but I get up every morning, go to work and go to school nights, take care of my twin daughter who are now 13(and I know are really going to need me), and I take care of my husband(who has know idea what I going through). I sleep with my son's baby blanket every night sence the accident. FiveFlores@aol.com
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