tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831877128112213081.post2465307716048201782..comments2022-11-20T07:33:59.935-07:00Comments on The Journey From Mourning to Joy: COPING WHEN YOUR ONLY CHILD DIESThe Journey from Mourning to Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06461446898837600332noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831877128112213081.post-4214492350448139542013-05-10T15:50:40.996-07:002013-05-10T15:50:40.996-07:00You can definitely see your expertise in the work ...You can definitely see your expertise in the work you write.<br /><br />The world hopes for even more passionate writers like you who <br />are not afraid to mention how they believe. Always <br />go after your heart.<br /><br />My blog post; <a href="http://carslocksmith.biz/carkey/space.php?uid=81&do=blog&id=66" rel="nofollow">carslocksmith.biz</a>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2831877128112213081.post-32940538015430166662011-08-01T19:24:33.921-07:002011-08-01T19:24:33.921-07:00My son Passed over in a motor cycle accident this ...My son Passed over in a motor cycle accident this year April 19, 2011 it was the worst day of my life. He was and is my one and only. I have not stopped crying sence that day. I dont think I ever will. I was woke up by a phone call a lady on the other end asking if I had known whos number she was calling me from I assumed she had known she called me but then I got a cold chill I knew it was Brandons phone and she was wanting me to tell her who I was. I asked her if she was calling from my sons phone she told me he had been in an accident and to come to the hospital she wouldnt say anymore I rushed there hoping it was just a broken arm or leg. That wasnt the case. They had been working on him for fourty five min before they had called me... I begged them to let me see him I thought somehow I could bring him back if he could just hear my voice, when I walked in I begged pleaded with him but I could feel his spirit was in the room but not in his body his eyes half open machines beating on his chest nothing monetering his heart beat because there was none nothing monertering his brainwaves because they knew they put on act for his family so we could say goodbye to me that was cruel to them it was a job I hate them for what they put us through beating on his chest with that foul machiene I know my son was in that room but not in that body I could have gone without the drama I could have loved on him and told him goodbye without all of the barbarrc noncence they put us through I live with that every day I just needed to say goodbye to my precouse 21 year old love my beautiful son, so when I made them stop I kissed his eyes I kissed his cheeks I kissed his nose his ears, eyebrows, shoulders, arms, every finger, tattoo, leg, kneecap chin, foot, toe's forehead, mouth, and said goodbye to my sweet boy. I still talk to him I still pray to him I know he is in heaven and I cry every day, I miss him so very much. I will never get over this, but I know I will see him soon I will be with him again someday.jpiaquadiohttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13862709780065079083noreply@blogger.com