Life is not a journey to the grave with the intentions of arriving safely in a pretty and preserved body. As lots of people thing. Or it wasn't for me. For me I have never seen a pretty preserved body.
On 2-16-06 my son's life here on earth came to and end. And his life has just begun. His Heavenly Father was waitting in Heaven for Michael to return home.
2-19-06 my precious son's body returned to the furnal home. It was preserved but not pretty at all...Only his father, brother ,pastor and his wife alone with his favorite uncle was alound to view my precious son's unhuman like body.
It was preserved alright, but nothing for a mother or father to have to see. As I viewed my son's body body I swallowed deeply, crying in so much pain. As I was looking at him I was wishing it was me instead of my baby.
There laid this cold waxed perserved unhuman like body. Which I knew was my son. Even though it didn't look nothing like him. As I stared at his face I couldn't believe something like this was my handsome son.
There was a body with a heart of gold, my son but I still wasn't ready to let him go. My heart was busting out of my chest. No one knew just how much pain I was in. I don't think they realize that my son didn't just die or got killed, he was murdered in a horrible way.
Now I wonder how was I going to live without my precious son that I loved so. Then on the 2-20-06 as I entered into the church and saw that the church was fully packed and people still wanting to come in. I knew not only did I love him but so many other did.
So many people family and friends came to say there good-bye. So many with tears and some with dry eyes. My heart tells me Michael life has now begun.
Brother Max spoke his final, words said his farewell. It couldn't have been spoken no better. I knew Michael's spirit's was in the church. Smiling down as Brother Max continue to speak his words.
He kissed us all good-by and gave us all a big hug. And told us we were swell. But God needed him home so he much tell us all falewell.. As the tears rolled down my cheeks they rolled my son's body out of the church. I walked slowly behind. know this will be the last time I would ever see my son anymore.
I wanted to go with him, I didn't want to let him go. This wasn't right, he should be burying me.
His casket peak above a big hole in front of me ready to be lowered down into that.
This was killing me as I sit in silents. Why did this happen? How can this be? What have I ever done for something like this to happen to me.