Posted by Patti
on February 22, 2008, 2:37 am
64.190.239.103
I pass by a mirror and see a person that I don't recognize anymore. She is so sad looking that it scares me. Who is that person? Why am I still here? Why am I alive and my son, my precious baby boy is gone? I look around and I see people going about their lives like there is a purpose to it all. Don't they realize their child could die tomorrow and change all their wonderful little worlds into a living hell. And why are their sons and daughters alive, when mine had to die? Why did God give me this wonderful son to love, then take him away from me. Why couldn't I watch him grow old? Why are his children growing up without their Dad to share all their joys in life with. Who will teach Leah how to drive, and walk Rachel down the aisle. Who is going to be coaching Jared's little league team since Bobby died? Nothing is the same without him. I wish it had been me, and not him.
My first husband, Bobby's real Dad, and I divorced 31 years ago. And for the past 31 years my ex-husband has lived a totally worthless good for nothing life. So, why is he still alive and our Bobby is not?
I want to know why and I want him to come back.
Patti
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