Tomorrow is the anniversary of my son Jeremiah's death. Learning to live again has been the hardest thing I've done. Months ago I would have thought dieing to be my only option and I almost succeeded. But when I was in the coma my son (Don't think I'm weird please) came to me and told me he wanted me to live, so I've started the long road back to the living. This anniversary I will not only morn his loss but celebrate his life and the years I was lucky enough to have him. My friend in Amsterdam and my family are going to ring chimes (something he loved) through the day, kind of "Music around the world" thing. Then at the end I will send up a balloon with a message to heaven. If any of you are near a wind chime or bell at any of these times......midnight, 9 am, 11 am, 4 pm, or 11 pm (pacific time) and think to give them a ring for your own lost ones or my son I would love that!
Our first ringing was cold and dark but the early morning reminded me of Jeremiah. He loved this time of year with the cool weather and long nights. It reminded me so much of the last time I got to spend time with him it made me cry and long to hear him say "Love you lady". I wish right now that I could hug him one more time and do kissy face. (That's where I give him a million fast kisses all over his face) When he was little he would laugh and scrunch his nose up and when he got older he would patiently sit there and let me do it with a long suffering look on his face. But I knew he secretly loved it. God I miss him more than I could ever express!A beautiful gift from a beautiful friend....thank you very much Penny!
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