a second goodbye i never got to say
In 1991 I was faced with a difficult choice, to either keep my son or give him the opportunity to have a good up bringing. A life more fortunate than the one I could give at the time. As difficult and as long as it took, I had made the decision to give my son a chance in this world. I gave him up for adoption to a wonderful couple. So life continued, he became part of their family, growing into a lovely young man. Then something changed, he found his mom. Me, on facebook, he was 19 wonderful years but going through some tough times. He wanted to get to know me and his father of whom was living in UK. I was very happy to hear from my son. The child I never thought I would get to meet one day. My heart was at peace. My 19 year old son who sounded like a chinese person on the phone. Finally. We spoke and emailed and chatted on sms, he was unsettled and wanted to come home. Then the time came whereby he had to come back to SA, back home. He had done some silly things in Singapore that he had to answer too but he was now forced into a corner and in many discussions with his parents, he had to leave Singapore. We met at the airport for the first time in June 2012 since he was a little baby in my arms. Nervouse and scared we started our new relationship. He called me Ma, mom and grew to love his little sister of 9 as she loved him. It was a bumpy road for us but we continued to work together and things started to work out. He had met a lovely girl and had decided in June 2013 to move in with her. He became a responsible young man. Then on June 21st my son was killed in a light aircraft crash. He was about to turn 22 in August 2013. My son will never come back to me, I love you son. I always have and I always will.