| Quite soon a day will be here Never thought I’d dread A day that I held so dear And loved what you said,You granted the sweet title Which meant the world to me Purpose that made me vital A sought reality, Responsibility and joy From the depths of my own core I never in any dream If I’d chosen one to stay That special day of your birth This team is now one left here Please send me a little sign This upcoming Mother’s Day Sawyer’s Mom |
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This article was originally published on October 14, 2008, in www.opentohope.com, a website whose mission is to help those who have suffered a loss to cope with their pain and invest in the future.
When the first Halloween arrived soon after our son’s death, I could hardly bear to think of it. Clint loved fall and Halloween. He took such joy in the season: football games, corn mazes, haunted houses and parties. It almost felt like a betrayal of sorts for me to hate the season now, but I couldn’t help it. In the beginning, everything about it brought me pain.