Stories of Lost Children
My Jeromy
by Kathryn Swilley, Aurora, CO, U.S.A.
I lost my Jeromy November 12th '05. He was 27 years old. We were very close and I don't know how I will ever get through this. Death is not a stranger to me. I have lost my parents, grandparents along with multiple aunts, uncles and close friends. None compare to Jeromy. He was my light. He has an identical twin brother but they were completely different people. Then I have a 24 year old son as well. All my children are beautiful, but to lose Jeromy is just killing me. He was the one who was truthful, never asked for anything from me. He honored me so much by his actions. It seems it would be a terrible dishonor to let an hour go by without thinking of him. I think of him all the time. I sleep so many hours. We meet in my dreams at times and he has let me know he is waiting for me. The depression, the pain and the wanting to go to him is overwhelming. I've been deemed "disabled". I know it's true. I have no direction now. I can't get through very many tasks. On occasion I have a decent day. I've even laughed on occasion, but now I've slipped back into a deep depression. I know I'll never really be "back". Such a big part of me left with Jeromy, it is impossible to ever return completely. I don't understand this. Never really will. I'm not angry with God, but I don't understand. Now I'm just waiting until I can go home and join my Jeromy. Kathy
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