Each year,since 2004 I mark this, the date of my oldest son’s
passing.I do not celebrate his death, only acknowledge that
the mark he left on the earth was one of joy.
His brother, his family and friends, and lover’s do the same I am certain.
We remember his wit, his charm, his ability to make us
laugh. I remember all of these, and more…
I remember his first play, his first prom, his first girlfriend
and taking him to the bus station when he was going to enlist in the
I remember him constantly sneaking up on me while I was vacuuming
to catch me unaware and scare me. He always laughed so hard I could not help
but laugh, too. I remember his heartbreak when his best friend and cousin
died suddenly. His grief was so intense it was as if God ripped half of him away too.
I remember when his baby birds were attacked and killed by marauding Fire Ants.
It made my heart hurt to know I had raised a man with such compassion.
I remember the death of his only child.
He left this Earth a better place and that can be no better tribute.