I don’t want to remember my son.
I want to make memories with him.
I want him to watch me grow old, to watch him get married and have children and to hear his voice mingled with his siblings at my table.
Read the rest here: I Don’t Want To Remember My Son
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I am a shepherd, wife and mother of four amazing children, three that walk the earth with me and one who lives with Jesus. This is a record of my grief journey and a look into the life I didn't choose. If you are interested in joining a community of bereaved parents leaning on the promises of God in Christ, please like the public Facebook page, "Heartache and Hope: Life After Losing a Child" and join the conversation.
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I totally understand we can only imagine and dream
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EXACTLY how I feel… thank you, Melanie….my thoughts expressed in your words. Yesterday was my 71st birthday….and Ryan wasn’t there to make me laugh & be in the photo…or tease me …It wasn’t any fun without him-no fun-We ate & then came home…and just like that, it was as though I never went out for lunch 💔
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