wjoerob
Silver Member
My firstborn, then 7, was killed when a van hit him in 1988. This is the first year I haven't mourned on that day, because I was mourning my mom's birthday on the 17th. She died of pancreatic cancer in July, after a long, nasty struggle, living several months with us. Dad died in 2001.
I've been wondering a lot about how my son would have liked our new place, 20 acres with woods, pasture, pond, creek. And it may sound morbid, but I've been thinking at age 27, hew would have really enjoyed playing around with my Kubota tractor like I do.
I don't know if it really hurts any more, it's just like a big dry empty hole in my heart.
I've been wondering a lot about how my son would have liked our new place, 20 acres with woods, pasture, pond, creek. And it may sound morbid, but I've been thinking at age 27, hew would have really enjoyed playing around with my Kubota tractor like I do.
I don't know if it really hurts any more, it's just like a big dry empty hole in my heart.