I hid this post in my draft folder for months before I published it the first time.
It seemed too raw, too full of all the pain inside my mama heart to put out in the wide world for everyone to see.
And then it was time (like now) to change the flowers on the place where my son’s body rests and I couldn’t stand it anymore.
I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs, “THIS IS NOT ALL THERE IS OF MY BOY!” I wanted to stop people on the street and make them listen to his story, to give away a piece of him for others to carry in their hearts.
Read the rest here: My Child Existed. He Matters.
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On November 9th 2021
It will be 2 years that I lost my son ..my only child
I’m just now starting to be able to breath again ..
Without faith in God …I don’t think I would of ever recovered from the agony it caused …I now know and believe in eternal life and will see my baby boy again someday 💙
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