Not surprising since I haven't posted in what seems like a coon's age. I still miss my Bug. I still cry for him, weeping tears of sorrow and guilt and mostly love. I still wish every second of every minute that fateful night ended differently. I still pray for him every night and thank God that he let me borrow an angel as my own for what time I had.
I still wish him goodnight and blow him my kiss, praying that it will arrive on an angel's wing to my boy.
But I am trying to move through this pain, and carry on.
I still write about missing my Bug, but I do it over on my other site, where I find laughter really is the best medicine.
I am choosing to leave this blog up, for any person who stumbles across it or needs it. When Shale died I was desperate to find the words of a parent who had walked this path that I was forced on to.
I'm still walking this path, just on a different blog.
If you know of a parent who needs support, whether it be due to a loss or a child who has special needs, please don't hesitate to contact me.
For it takes the humanity of the world to cope with a pain this great.
I speak from experience.
You can find me over at Redneck Mommy.