All I could do was go in my mom's room and hug her, I said I love you mama how are you doing? She said that she had just finished praying. And she prayed that her mooney was alright (that was my mom's nick name for Eli, mooney or pooney). When he was born she said his head was shaped like a full moon, but my mom had nick names for all of her grandchildren; all with their own unique names.
I briefly spoke with my Mom about Eli's spirit comming to me, she gave me her thoughts on it, we also spoke about some other things, but I can't recall what that was. Well, all I know is that I felt a little better than I did before I got there.
But, later that night was very unsettling for me, I cried and moaned and tossed and turned most of the night. The pain I was feeling was unimaginable, It was all new to me to experience a pain so unrealistic and so unbearable. A pain like that could make a person want to not feel, an unwanted experience that no man would take on if given the choice. I slept in Sporadic intervals, and every single time that I opened my eyes, I had to relive and continuously ask myself was it all real. Was my youngest son really gone? And over and repeatedly I had to relive that horrible answer, as well as the pain that accompanied it. But, still never questioning GOD as to why.
Why did my son have to die.
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"SIXTEEN CANDLES"
Non-FictionAnother Drive-by...."His Name Was Eli Williams" ELI THE SPIRIT THAT NEVER DIES (ELI LIVES IN ME )
