how sad is this
I had sex for first time on my eighteenth birthday on 1 september 1970. i gave birth to my son steven on 2 october 1971. My mother opted for abortion, my father for adoption. In those days I was a huge christian and I elected to keep my child.
Once he was born my life was dedicated to this beautiful child. When he got to six I decided he needed a father and found a relationship with a man who i knew would be great father. I married in 1978 when my son was 7. After many years and several miscarriages we had 2 other children. The gap between first and second child was 14 years and between first and third was 15 years.
During the years my son knew his father from time to time. This man thought that a father had to provide money not knowing that there is so much more to being a father. During the years life went on.. Not always easy .. it does not matter how much you love someone, nor how loving a mother you are, children can still have a chip on their shoulders.
So my son made his way in the world ... he was financially successful for a while, he married a girl with 2 children and then had a beautiful son of his own. Things were great for a while. Unfortunately he fell out with his boss and then fell on hard times. His father sponsonred him in a business which was successful at first and then went belly up. My son lost his home, his cars and for a while his wife and family. I think that it was this stress that caused his cancer. At 40 years old he developed pneumonia which could not be controlled. Eventually he had a huge shadow over his heart.
Although the hospitals could not diagnose what type of cancer he had, in spite of 2 biopsies , they decided to operate. MY SON DIED ON THE OPERATING TABLE.
how said is that