Stories of Lost Children
My Poo, May God Get The Glory
by Tabb Martin, Memphis, TN, U.S.A.
My son Jerome Randolph Jr. was my heart. I loved all three of my children; Jerome was the middle child and mommy's boy. That's why at times I still can't believe that I have made it three years without my precious "poo". On June 17th 2004, my little 10 year old boy drowned. I was not with him he was with some other people. The one and only way that I have made it is by knowing the day he drowned that morning he went to the alta and got his salvation so you see. I know he is in heaven waiting on me, so I have to live my life with Jesus as my lord and savior and I know I will see him again. Yes I went through my stages of being very angry with god, the "why" and all, and once I was done, I had to ask what good can come out of it? And one thing was the day after my son died, 300 teens gave their life to God as a result of my son doing the day he died not knowing when their time might be. So until that day I see you again Poo, mommy loves and misses you with all my heart.
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