Every act of evil extracts a tear from God,
every plunge into anguish extracts a sob from God.
Nicholas Wolterstorff, Lament For A Son When Mother's Day comes I can't help but think about Patrick and how much I miss him. Unless one has experienced the pain of losing a child (even an adult child) it's hard to understand the depth of the hurt. When Patrick died, a part of me died with him. I'm not the same person and I never will be that person again. These pictures take me back to sweet, happy times as a Mother.
XOXO! |
This picture cracks me up! Patrick is sitting with the construction workers at lunch while they tell him jokes. Notice his t-shirt is backwards! |
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