life
Yesterday was the funeral for our "lost boy". Always a dreaded event and this was no different. The one survivor, another boy, was there in his wheelchair with his head barely rising to eye level. Such dispair to be left alone with your thoughts, your guilt of surviving. It’s inevitable to not feel that way. Kids with empty eyes filled the auditorium, all there to show their respect and solidarity. Teachers from his early years watched as they remembered the boy who filled their classrooms with laughter. To my sweet and ever loving friend, mom to "lost boy"…..love you with every piece of me.
Huge hugs to you all, I cannot even imagine.
Comment by kelly — May 23, 2007 @ 6:43 pm
((HUGS)) to you
Comment by Steph — May 24, 2007 @ 2:01 am
Gods…. I can’t imagine how rough that must have been yesterday. I’ve been to one funeral for a classmate/friend that died in 7th grade. All I seem to remember is how surreal it felt.
Sending lots & lots of (((((HUGS))))) to you & your son & prayers for the family of the lost boy.
Comment by Kati — May 31, 2007 @ 2:37 am