Please Come Home for Christmas...

It has been said, 'time heals all wounds.' I do not agree. The wounds remain. In time, the mind, protecting its sanity, covers them with scar tissue and the pain lessens. But it is never gone.

Rose Kennedy

Here we are on Christmas Day in the year of our Lord, 2009. For Christmas, I prayed to God that the events that took you away would somehow reverse themselves and that you would come back to the arms of the people who love you so dearly.

 

But, alas, as I sprang from the bed in the early morning hours, you were not to be found, cept in my heart. IT'S JUST NOT FAIR! IT'S NOT FAIR THAT FATE TOOK YOU FROM US! IT'S NOT FAIR THAT YOU, THAT'S RIGHT, YOU PLAYED SUCH A DANGEROUS GAME WITH YOUR PRECIOUS LIFE AND LOST! Now we are all destined to live out our lives in the shadow of what could have been. The hope of what you could have done. The love we all had for you, quashed.

 

My heart and soul are filled with those wounds. Bur scar tissue has yet to form. My sanity still walks a very fine tightrope. I still strive to catch a glimpse of you. In a shadow; in a dream; in a new picture that I've never seen before.

 

But no matter what, I still love you with all of my existence. You shall always live in my heart. May your Christmas be glorious, wherever you are, my son. I love you.