I am sitting at the table on Easter Saturday, looking out to the little back yard we have and as always the cherub with the broken leg in the wee garden I plant for Michael looks back at me and reminds me that Michael in a place of peace now.
Please God, let this be true.
I have been hoping I would dream of my boy because he talks to me in my dreams I hear his voice and it comforts me. Lately I've needed to hear his voice. This weekend I am going to listen to it. We have a video of him taken a few years ago and I've not been able to listen to it yet, although I've tried to watch it. Today I need to hear his voice. Sometimes I am afraid that I will forget the sound of him speaking and laughing. When he was a little boy Mikey had a high voice. But as a man he had a beautiful deep tenor speaking voice and I miss it. I miss everything about my son, except his pain.
Just checking in. It has been a tough few months. With the sun and spring I feel strong enough to start to write again. We are working on a Defeat Depression Campaign and in the next week I will post information pertaining to that.
Michael, I love you. This is your third Easter in Heaven. What a wonderful place to be....but I would rather you were here with me.
Always. Forever.
Mom.
