Hi everyone,
I just thought I would pop in for a few to let you know that a friend of mine lost her GFGson last week. He was 18 and his girlfriend just gave birth to their daughter on January 3rd.
His funeral was so sad. His mom is absolutely devastated. She is now questioning herself as to whether she did enough for him. And, of course, she did.
I have never been to a funeral before that had so many young mourners. Children, crying and wailing. Not really children, young adults -- wondering what happened. I only prayed that I hope this opens up their eyes to see what can happen....to know that death is real and not a game, to feel and see how a mother can grieve for a child that will never return......I cried just seeing his mom, my friend, and then to see this handsome young man in a casket -- wondering why or how this honor roll student, star football player -- went down the wrong path. And then I thought of my own son....on his own path of self-destruction.....
I seen my son the day after this funeral (he did not come to it). I was cordial and said, "Hi", when I just wanted to grab him and hug him. And then I came home and cried even more. Maybe in time...............but for now, I'm not ready for a relationship with him, nor is he ready for me to be in his life again. I just hope one day it isn't too late.
I just thought I would pop in for a few to let you know that a friend of mine lost her GFGson last week. He was 18 and his girlfriend just gave birth to their daughter on January 3rd.
His funeral was so sad. His mom is absolutely devastated. She is now questioning herself as to whether she did enough for him. And, of course, she did.
I have never been to a funeral before that had so many young mourners. Children, crying and wailing. Not really children, young adults -- wondering what happened. I only prayed that I hope this opens up their eyes to see what can happen....to know that death is real and not a game, to feel and see how a mother can grieve for a child that will never return......I cried just seeing his mom, my friend, and then to see this handsome young man in a casket -- wondering why or how this honor roll student, star football player -- went down the wrong path. And then I thought of my own son....on his own path of self-destruction.....
I seen my son the day after this funeral (he did not come to it). I was cordial and said, "Hi", when I just wanted to grab him and hug him. And then I came home and cried even more. Maybe in time...............but for now, I'm not ready for a relationship with him, nor is he ready for me to be in his life again. I just hope one day it isn't too late.