November 2, 2023
November 2, 2023
Happy Birthday, Sam.
It has been 43 years since I first held you in my arms, and over eight years since you have been gone. No matter where I am, no matter what I am doing, I am constantly aware of your absence. If you could die from grief, I would be with you now.
I know that some days I messed up as your mom. Some days I didn't have the strength. Some days I didn't show you grace. Some days, I simply let you down. But every single day, I loved you with all of my heart and soul.
I wish I had hugged you just a little bit longer and tighter that day, but I didn't know it was my last chance. I know in truth that I will hold you again...I just have to wait. That is what gives me the strength to go on. Until then, not a day goes by that I don't look at your picture and smile. Or cry. Or both.
All the love, hugs, and kisses in the world,
Moma
It has been 43 years since I first held you in my arms, and over eight years since you have been gone. No matter where I am, no matter what I am doing, I am constantly aware of your absence. If you could die from grief, I would be with you now.
I know that some days I messed up as your mom. Some days I didn't have the strength. Some days I didn't show you grace. Some days, I simply let you down. But every single day, I loved you with all of my heart and soul.
I wish I had hugged you just a little bit longer and tighter that day, but I didn't know it was my last chance. I know in truth that I will hold you again...I just have to wait. That is what gives me the strength to go on. Until then, not a day goes by that I don't look at your picture and smile. Or cry. Or both.
All the love, hugs, and kisses in the world,
Moma