this is beautiful, I'm sorry for your lost. I love the candle. yes, losing a child is very difficult, it's like a part of you is missing( but remember only in physical sense) he is still here with you in your heart and mind. He knows just as well as God knows that you loved him, so he's your gaurding angel watching over you. God bless you and keep you, cause just as sure as my name God is keeping your Bobby very close to him.
I stumbled across In memory of bobby I have to tell you it lit the heart of pain and love as I clutched my own child to myself And remembered how fortunate I am to have him still.Bless You I will not say I know what its like That is something no man knows who hasnt felt the real thing.I wish I could share young tate with you
tate
oh there can't be a worse feeling than burying your child. I pray never to endure that kind of pain. This is a beautiful piece and am sorry for your loss.
This is why I love the reading list; because my 8 months away from the Internet lets me miss fewer gems than without it. To read the lines upon this page, my heart is tugged at and I'm filled up with such a variety of emotion. I have children too, and cannot even begin to explain or understand what a loss would do to me.
Your few lines contain a whole world unable to fully grasp; but I reach for bubbles of emotions within it. Love bubble for the Mother-Child connection that cannot and will not ever be broken; Sorrow bubble for the loss of moments in Life that one thought one would have, but didn't; Loneliness bubble because somewhere a child should never be lost, and holidays never spent without; Strength bubble for YOU.. to carry on; a small confusion bubble for the wishful light to reach far enough; Hope bubble that it all reaches but also stays with Bobby - always; Longing bubble.. for a forever together..
And the breaths in between; to keep on.
I admire your strength, and love the beauty you portray here; and in my own imagination I find an understanding of sorts, that a loss like this wouldn't happen without a Special Cause. I hope somewhere, something absolutely amazing came out of this, or will, with time. For Time wounds all heels, but it also heals all wounds.
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..