Stories of Lost Children
My Buddy Bear
by Mellisa Suntken, Island City, KY, U.S.A.
On August 2nd 2006 my life was shattered. At 8:30 p.m., my brother called to tell me my son had died at a skate park in Red Wing MN. I lost it. I screamed and I cried. I packed my bags and flew to Rochester MN. Why? How? So many questions I couldn't understand, and still don't. He was a great kid, a strong christian and a great skateborder. Why did this happen? How did this happen? It wasnt the fall at the park. The autopsy said he died from myocarditis. Where did he get this? How did he get this? We may never know. I have asked so many questions, read so much info and still no answers. I know God has a reason and yet I don't understand. Some times I'm mad at him. even though I know I shouldn't be. But his hurt is so painful that sometimes I don't think I can go on. He was my buddy bear even at 29 years old; I called him that. Sometimes it made him mad cuz he said he was too old to be called buddy bear. But to me he will always be my buddy bear. I love you Jeremy and one day in heaven we will meet again in a place of no pain, only of beauty. I will never stop loving you or thinking about you. I miss you so much I can hardly go on. Thank the Lord above I have 3 more beautiful chidren. Or I don't think I could make it through this. If anyone out there has any info on myocarditis, or if you have had a child die suddenly from myocarditis please e-mail me at lilmisscna@yahoo.com
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