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.
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| XOXO! |
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| 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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| Hunting started early! |
3 comments:
I will never be the same again also. It did bring my love for my family more to the forefront. The pictures are delightful.
All my love, Dad.
I've said it so many times . . . but my heart weeps for you.
After I looked at this beautiful picture of you kissing Patrick, I immediately turned to watch my baby boy on the monitor, and had to hold myself back from running into his nursery, and waking him and holding him. I cannot even begin to fathom your pain.
Your son was obviously blessed to have you as his mother. I pray that our Savior gives you strength every day, as only He can.
Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of mercies and God of all comfort . . .
~ 2 Corinthians 1:3
Many people expect you to be over "it", but they don't understand it's that you only learn to live with it. You are an amaizing woman and you are doing a great job of taking it one day at a time. Just remember everyday the passes is a day closer to your lost love ones. Love is forever whether here on earth or up in heaven you carry it forever!
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