The other, submerged in his overcoat, listened with interest. I recently came accross your poem in the Inside Poetry anthology for Grade 12 students, and was immediately taken with its strong, yet, concisely written message. I had a lot of people loving on me, but that doesn't matter. He left no notes or reason why he did this. My beautiful son passed in a dark, quiet home by himself and I couldn't save him. I didn't get to the hospital in time before he was placed on a ventilator and never woke up after several days.
It's so hard to enjoy the last day with my son. My son was all our hope he was honest, sincere, kind, hard working and really good to everyone. Diagnosed with Cancer on the 9th February, it was such a shock. Your loving and caring have made our marriage A blissful adventure for two! He was my youngest and my favorite. My first child, a boy died at 5 months, we waited 7 years for Darren to come along, we cherished him so much after losing Paul, but only a few weeks ago in January 2012 Darren committed Suicide, our lives have changed forever, both our children gone now, I'm 61 years old, I'm too old to have another child, our hearts are broken, how on earth can we live without our children, How? My son was 22, too young to die.
I came a thousand miles to stand in this door to-night, and it's worth it if my old partner turns up. The policeman on the beat moved up the avenue impressively. But it is you I love and never could hate To know of your love is never too late. I hear it mentioned often, That time will heal the pain, But if I'm being honest, I hope it will remain. Your poem truly catches the essence of living with this unique type of loss and I thank you for sharing it with us all. Not only was he a blessing to us, he was a blessing to everyone who knew him. He is my angel, and it's not fair to take him back so soon.
Please read this book and I hope it leaves you crying with joy and imagining our loved ones peace and happiness, we will be with then one day. God had a reason for taking him. If love could have saved you, you would have lived forever. I get up each day and every night that I go to bed I wonder how I made it through the day. Life has never been the same since his passing.
When our child or our sibling dies - there is no word to described it!! This poem was right on how I feel. I think of him every day. My youngest son of 24 years old was murdered in my driveway shot with a machine gun mitraillette. I have just lost my only son Peter following death by suicide. You see, the West is a pretty big proposition, and I kept hustling around over it pretty lively. I lost my son Crayvon Corpening 2 weeks ago.
If we would have known the reason he quit breathing from finding him, we would have saved him, but we did not know he was injected. I can't wait to see you my angel, I love you baby! He was 3 miles from home. You are so right in saying that it's not fair and I would have traded him places in a heartbeat. . This poem is exactly how I feel.
Mikey was 15 he left behind his dad, me and his sister. When I first heard from another friend I didn't think it could be true, he and I hadn't been as close the past few years. In his brief time he brought to me and my family love and joy in profound and copious measures. Now, before we go on to the station here's a note I was asked to hand you. Go in peace my sweet beloved son.
I wish I had the chance to say goodbye. I cannot begin to describe those feelings. I will treasure it for the rest of my life. He was here one day, gone the next. There are also songs that help us get through the day, like listening to 'dani and lizzy' dancing in the sky.
His younger brother was in the car also unhurt. I miss my baby, my youngest son who had his whole life before him. Life will never be the same. He was the perfect son a mother could ask for, words cannot begin to explain the pain and heart ache me and my daughter Rachael are feeling. For Chirs he did not have a 'plan b' , it took a while to adjust to the news that he could not join the military or that he was not able get a drivers license.
I want to touch you, kiss you and much more; My passion for you cannot be denied. I collapsed in my son's arms. Thank you for this poem this describes how I feel. I live this sad life for him but no longer for me. My son Eric had a baby boy 3 years ago and named him after his big brother and now my grandson who will be 3 this month looks so much like his uncle that he won't ever meet. I don't know how could I even breathe after his heart stopped.