Today, Today, Today Is The Eleventh Year And It Still Hurts
(Los Angeles, CA)
I still don't like the 29th of September and perhaps I never will for it is the day my loving, kind, and nurturing 34 year son died while in a house full of people. He had an asthma attack. No one called for help until he had turned blue. By then, it was too late. They let him die by not coming to his aid.
I miss him for he was the only person who loved me. He would often sing to me, "I'll always love my mama." Since I was a single parent, every Father's Day he would call to wish me a Happy Father's Day. It's been eleven years since I've been sung to, loved, and appreciated. I console myself with the fact that he truly loved me and someday, I'll see him again.
May God Bless anyone who has lost a child regardless of the age.