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A friend of mine text me the other night just to ask how I was. I cried. I cried because she knew this time of year is tough for me and all she wanted to know was how I was doing. I appreciated that text more than she knows. She remembers even a couple of years later. I know that I cry almost daily right now because it is a very emotional time, but most don't know that. I love the crying because after I always feel better, but it creeps up on my a lot more right now. I wish I didn't have this to deal with, but at the same time, it has made me better.
Another emotional tug the other day was the following picture. Parker must have written this when he was 5 or so (according to the handwriting). I wasn't sad to see the bunk beds go because I was giving them to my sister, but these are the bed Parker and Ethan shared since Ethan could sleep in a bed. Parker obviously claimed his. I love it. It was just hard to remember those times. The times when I had both boys together! They were so cute. They fought, but that's what brothers do. But, they were brothers and they had each other. Those memories seem to be fading and I hate it.....
If you can't see it, it says "Parker's bed." |
I loved reading this...
ReplyDeleteMy boys are 19 months apart and growing up they were always together.
As teenagers they had the same friends, swam together on teams, supported each other all the time...
As adults they live totally different lives.
They live in 2 different states and share very little.
This is a type of grief for days lost...for me as I grow older and see all that went before and how the future looks for each one.
I am proud of those times they had but long for a time when they may again share their lives...
Maybe it will be only in the eternities..
Life is a wonderment to me and the older I get the more Questions I have!!
Thanks for making me think about my boys...I miss those times gone by...
Thanks Barbara! You always have the right things to say. It is hard in many ways for times gone.
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