As for me it is hard to go through pictures of my kids and seeing how much fun they had when they were little. The smiles and the sparkles in their eyes. The pictures with their cousins, aunts and uncles, grandparents. I to am blessed and thankful I got to have my son Joe for 24 years and 13 days. We have his pictures all over the house. Hanging on the wall and sitting on the entertainment center, next to a little toy tractor. He loved tractors. I have his picture on my computer screen, and each night as I shut down my computer, just before the screen goes black I say, { I LOVE YOU JOE, GOODNIGHT} Joe's birthday is coming up in 2 months and I know it is going to be a difficult day. Worse then the ones I am going through now. Then 13 days after his birthday is the day he passed away and that day will be the hardest. Reliving the the minutes up to the time of the accident. I wish I could get that horrible image out of my head. It just wont go away. Somedays I seem like I a little bit better then ok and then I think about my son and then I start getting sad and wishing he was still here. Somedays the grief is so overwhelming. Then I think I have to move on. It is what Joe would want me to do. Like he was telling me its ok mom, I'm fine.
Thank you for listening,
Joe's mom