Today is the first anniversary of my son, Michael's passing. He would have been 25 years old. I am wrecked.... I just want to tell everybody out there about him, everywhere I go, yet I don't. I want the world to stop and remember him. It doesn't work that way. His death was the most defining moment of my life. There was my life before that day, and my life since. Before he died, I would've said that the most defining moment of my life was his birth, but now his death overshadows that. I still do have so many blessings in my life, including my other son, Trevor, and my significant other, John.
Some of Michael's friends are having a memorial ride tonight to the crash site. They had invited me and I wanted to go.. until I got up this morning and realized I just couldn't deal with it -- still too painful and too raw. I'm glad this forum is here so I could post.
Annette