I can only think of that day in April. And wonder if the way the sound is reverberating around my living room walls is the same as it was that day. I wonder if the same people are driving the trucks. If they too are remembering a different day that they worked on a 9 year old boy.
I wonder if another family is beginning a nightmare of a journey. And I pray for them.
2 comments:
I just read through your blog, your story. I hate this, and I'm so sorry.
Your boy is beautiful.
I came upon your blog while reading random blogs and am so sorry for your loss. You write beautifully and eloquently. My thoughts and prayers are with you.
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