Lost Son To Murder
My dearest son Michael. Michael was killed at the young age of 18. Michael has an older sister. I see the pain in her eyes, missing her little brother. It will be 15 years this Nov. How people can take someone's life away is still something I can't wrap my brain around. I see people different now. There is too much hate in this world. Michael is missed in so many ways words cannot say. There are days when others may say something mean & they don't know about Michael & I know there is nothing that can ever hurt me because the deepest hurt has already happened. I know I will see Michael again when I'm called home. What A Glorious Day That Will Be. The person that did this got a life sentence. And life is Texas is only 20 years. Still not over that & never will be. It is so hard to go see Michael at his resting place. Once there I don't want to leave. At the beginning I would hit his grave stone yelling at him to get up. And wait for days for him to come home & say it was all a joke. I know now it was not a joke & he is gone. Michael was my best friend & hard to look at his pictures. We did everything together. He was just a kid trying to grow up. We all think things like this want happened to us. Be aware evil is everywhere. Stay safe & hug your kiddos & tell everyday how much you love them. We are all here on borrowed time.