July 30, 2009.
Tomorrow is Ty's due date. I've been having a tough time with this all week. I don't know how to put into words what I feel or what my mind has been thinking these past few days but I do know that I don't want to do nothing. I miss my son so much. I wish so many things for him and for what our lives would have been with him here on earth but no amount of wishing will ever make those things possible. My grief is overwhelming right now. I have to work tomorrow and I'm not looking forward to it. It has not been an easy week with my co-worker out on vacation and then throw in what would've been my due date and the emotions along with that and I'm feeling like I'm gonna break. I'm trying to be strong but I almost lost it at work today. Maybe I will have a great day tomorrow. Maybe my son will tell God to bless his mommy with the best day ever since he can't be here to make tomorrow the best day of my life. Please Ty, ask Jesus to give momma a good day tomorrow!!!
I'm gonna stop writing because it will just be the same thing over and over again. Instead I will share with you some pictures that Greg and I took tonight while visiting Ty's grave and remembering our son.
My Mom is a Survivor
Kaye Des'Ormeaux
My mom is a survivor,
Or so I have heard it said.
But I can hear her crying
When all others are in bed.
I watch her lay awake at night
And go to hold her hand.
She doesn’t know I’m with her
To help her understand.
But like the sands upon the beach
That never wash away...
I watch over my surviving mom,
Who thinks of me each day.
She wares a smile for others...
A smile of disguise.
But through heaven’s open door
I see tears flowing from her eyes
My mom tries to cope with my death
To keep my memory alive.
But to anyone who knows her
Knows it’s her way to survive.
As I watch over my surviving mom
Through heaven’s open door...
I try to tell her
Angels protect me forevermore.
I know that doesn’t help her...
Or ease the burden she bears.
So if you get a chance,
talk to her...
And show her that you care.
For no matter what she says...
No matter what she feels.
My surviving mom has a broken heart
That time won’t ever heal.
2 comments:
i have been thinking about you all week i figured it was going to be hard if you need to talk give me a holler
tammy jorgenson
For those who suffer,
and those who cry this night,
give them repose, Lord;
a pause in their burdens.
Let there be minutes
where they experience peace,
not of man
but of angels.
Love them, Lord,
when others cannot.
Hold them, Lord,
when we fail with human arms.
Hear their prayers
and give them the ability to hear You back
in whatever language they best understand.
Ty,You are in our thoughts & prayers.
"For GOD so loved the world that he gave his only Son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but have eternal life"
John : 3-16
Love Grandma and Grandpa Hoffer
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