My two sons, Mark 25.4.76-11.4.2016 Matthew 6.10.77-1.4.2009
by Maria Kirk
At times my heart will sing and at times my heart becomes heavy with the tears that erupt within.
I search to find answers to questions that I have searched for before, only to realize there are no answer, I have to find them myself.
To have lost one son was hard to lose another isn't any harder, the pain only starts again.
The faith I found with Matthew's loss went when I lost Mark.
My mind is muddled, it cannot find sense or reason.
I live second by second.
The only comfort been one day my ashes will be spread with yours. Until that day, I will try my best to live for all three of us.