I am waiting for my nephew to meet me. I sit at the park I hear my son's name. I turn and look seeing a little blonde boy running. I watch him run up to his mother.
I remember my son at that age. He was always running around and getting into mischief. My blonde haired, green eyed mischief maker.
My heart breaks when she says his name, again.
I miss you so much, Anthony (AJ) Joseph.
" Your wings were ready but my heart was not."
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Not Today or Ever.
Non-FictionThe loss of a child is devastating. This is the journey of a mother dealing with the loss of a son, while still dealing with life. I know no one will read this but I am doing this for me. ...................................................... None o...
