There are moments in life when you gotta cut to the chase,
speak your mind,
and get rid of the filter.
No side stepping allowed,
or in through the backdoor,
and no pussy-footing around.
So, I am going to say it plain,
Get ready,
I am going in through the front door:
You have broken my heart.
You have destroyed your life and mine, never ever, ever, to be the same again.
There it is … like a dump truck offing it’s load.
How come I don’t feel better?
Here is something else I will say just as plain…
I would do it all over again to have just one more chance to give you a hug,
make you an omelet,
and tell you I love you, so I could hear you chuckle.
I wonder if I would feel better?
Sadly, I don’t think I would,
… because I fear you would still break my heart and destroy your life and mine, never ever, ever to be the same again.
That’s that … round and round like a cement mixer mixing its stuff.
Plainly speaking,
it was what it was,
I did my best,
and so did you…
It was all so incredibly hard for both of us to endure.
As plain as plain can be,
it is,
… just as it is:
This grief is heavy on my heart then, and now…
and I will not ever feel better.
Done … Tandem trailer jackknifed, flipped, and in flames.
I will love you forever, Caleb.
“I have loved you with an everlasting love;…” Jeremiah 31:3b
I posted a paraphrase of this verse above my son’s bed when he came home after detox & living at a sober house; I wanted to remind him…
God loves, and loved, my son into the everlasting realm that even a mother’s deepest of loves cannot fathom.
It is ONLY there, that I find peace, as a grieving mother.
If you are grieving a loved one lost via this drug epidemic, please know that you are not alone; and you too, are loved with an everlasting love.
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