"Hi mom, Just thought I'd stop by and surprize you for your birthday!"
My son, he gives me a hug!
I was so happy to see him again.
"What a sweet surprize!"
It had been such a long time, six months can be a very long time.
Last time it was nearly ten years had passed, when he moved away to Austin TX.
I often wondered would I ever see him again.
I'm not getting any younger, you know?
Heck, the time before that he was gone for four years.
Stationed in Okinowa, Japan for while doing his tour in U.S. Marine Corps.
But this time was different than the times before...
He seemed quite happy to be home again!
Well, we chit-chatted a while, he didn't stay long.
He came with Cousin George, and they had to get back home.
He just got back to work, from being homeless down in Texas.
He had to leave all his belongings, even his best friend and faithful companion Sasha.
Half coyote and half border collie, though he will be sending for them soon.
Yes, he lost his job down in Austin, got behind on the rent and had to vacate.
So he had it hard for a while, walking the streets of Dallas.
Soup kitchens and such, and helping other homeless people he'd meet.
Six months can be a very long time.
Living on ramen noodles and beef jerkey.
Come thanksgiving, dining in a mission, wondering if mom made a turkey.
Well, he finally called me, and made it very clear he was scared and no one cared!
So I sent him a bus ticket and he hopped on a greyhound headed for home.
He made it home for Christmas!
Tomorrow he becomes the manager of his new job.
He's buying a car from a friend and getting his driver's license back.
Finally, he's getting his life back on track!
So one evening, he decides to go to dinner with his friends.
They pick him up from work, and head on out for a bite to eat.
A little boy named Xavier, his mom and his dad, and my son riding in the backseat of their car.
So they are driving down Angola Road to their destination, heading home.
When all of a sudden all they see are bright lights!
All they can hear is a child's screams!
This sure as hell ain't no dream!
My son rips off his seatbelt and blocks little Xavier,
with his body and so losing his own life!
A drunk driver killed my son!
The little boys mom also died, and his dad was critically injured.
No one went to jail that night.
Six months is a very long time.
You see .
To be free!
Now we wait for the sentencing, of this guy.
Nothing will ever bring my son back home to me.
No more will I await his phone calls or his emails.
No more will I be surprized when he walks in my door.
What I remember about him the most are his last words to me.
Guess we were talking about writing!
Since I seem to be the quite the poet, and he the teller of stories...
He said "Mom, you don't always have to tell what really happened in your life!
Make something up!" Those were Bobby's last words to me, besides "I love you, mom."
Six month's is a very, very long time!
Oh hun, I could feel this coming in your piece... especially with the word loss in the sub title. I so empathize, having lost my son. Is that beautiful little boy in your pics your grandson? Mine's been gone for over 30 years and I still get a big pang, a few short breaths and pressure in my face when I think or write of him. I pray writing this was as helpful to you as my "Death of A Son." was for me. Peace and Love my friend,
papaed
This story is heartbreaking because it's like your reliving every moment of that day. I think it's a healthy way to cope with your loss and pain. I still can't over what a sacrifice he made for that little boy. You raised a wonderful son.
I am grandmother,..
My children and my grandchildren I love them all so very much. They are my gifts from my creator, the blessings in this life. I simply adore poetry and the .. more..