I wake up screaming “My son is dead!”
Or was I just screaming inside my head?
I try to keep my thoughts bottled up inside
Because no one wants to talk about my son that died.
I watched you suffer day after day
And I knew in my heart that you could not stay,
But you are my son and I am your mother
And that alone is a love like no other.
I still get up day after day
And do whatever it takes to make time pass away.
But I know, and I hope it’s not long
That God will also call me home
And what a day that will be
When I see your smiling face just smiling at me.
We love you, Michael, and miss you so much.
— Mom, Dad, Brittany, Samantha, Jason, Sonya, Harlea, and Kensley
