Stories of Lost Children
My Rooster
by Debbie, Atwater, CA, U.S.A.
My son was in a car accident on July 8, 2002, He was 17 at the time. I was at work when I got the phone call, that my son was in a accident. Someone from work drove me to the hospital. All I remember was thnking to myself. Michael if you see Reggie don't go with him , please don't go(Reggie was my nephew who was 32 and passed a couple years ago). When I got to the hospital, they took me to a room and I just waited and waited. Then they came in with the news, my husband got there. We went in together to see him. He looked perfect, like he was sleeping. They asked if there was anything I wanted that he had on. They gave me his bracelet, and I still have it on. We didn't bury him for a week; I don't remember much about that long week, but that people were over every night. It hasn't gotten earier, to me worst. My son Michael was my best friend, my only son, and my first born. Only mothers who have lost, know how I feel. Dad's just don't get it. I sleep with his baby blanket every night since the accident. The first year I went to his grave every day and would light the candles. Now I may go only once or twice a week. Sometimes I talk, sometime I just sit, and then there are times I cry out loud. I want him some much it hurts. The ace in the heart at first was real bad, but now it's a different kind of ace. I don't go much of anywhere, just not ready for people. I don't want to hear, how are you doing? For me morning are hard, night are harder and holidays are the hardest. I would really like to forget those, but I do have twin daughters that are 13 now and really need me. So I do for them and I do for my husband. And know one really know how life will never be the same for me ever.
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