Stories of Lost Children
Billy
by Chris Russo, Louisville, KY, U.S.A.
Was just sitting on the couch tonight and I looked up at Billy's picture on the mantel and it felt just like it did the day Billy died on Dec 15, 2005. The hot tears started to run down my face. It will be 8 years this December and it hurts as bad today as it did the day he died. I miss him so much. After almost 8 years you would think time would heal the wound. But it doesn't, although some days are better then others. I know the trigger days that all I want to do is stay in bed and not face the day. Days like his birthday, all holidays but Christmas is the worst because he died a week before Christmas, Thanksgiving because that was his favorite holiday, the day he died. So I prepare myself for these days, but then you have one like I had today. I looked at his picture and said, Billy I love and miss you so much and the tears started and that gut pain kicked in... I love you Billy Mom
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