mercygate:
Ram,
You lost your SON 20 months ago? Oh my Dear Heart! Surely he has interceded for you and brought you this miracle! God works the most amazing things out of tragedy.

Told you the Priest would understand, didn’t we?
Yep, my baby boy was almost 19 and almost a graduate of high school. He was terminally ill since the age of 7, was prayed over at a healing mass…walked, and did so much and live a more holy life than i could teach. he lived every day with god walking right beside him, talked to him, asked great things of like the understanding of his feelings those days, help him see the gift of that day as he saw God as his devine teacher, and always lived to learn these lessons with glee. He was a quiet funny boy with the sense of more men than i ever met.
My father took him under his wing, after we fled my first marriage from Homosexual, sexual, physical and most horibly…emotional abuses. We lived alone, beaten, running for our lives for so many years, and he smiled each day wondering why god had to teach us that. My father is a very honest, holy, and chivilrous man…one of the old code. My son emulated, asked, and learned daily how to get closer to god…always…in every conversation with him.
My son, realizing in a second marriage how abandoned i was once again, with two siblings, never asked a single question, he assumed the role of parent along side of me. He gently taught them about Jesus, his love, and his kindness…as god is a kind and gently Father who loves them dearly. He did the night time feedings…on his oxygen turning blue, hemade the lunches, he buckled them in, and he always discussed their future, and how we need them on the lords path.
He was my partner in life in so many ways, he was my everything, my conscience, my heart, and my joy. I knew his thoughts before he spoke them, and we laughed often that we had so few friends each, but we liked each others company, sneaking out for a movie once the kids were in bed and left with daddy…simple things. He was hope, he is why i feel such a void, as i am without this love in my life, and feel a lac of purpose, because i know my kids need me, but not the same way i needed my son.
he has been in others dreams telling them that he is near me, and trying desperately to help me to lessen my anger at life, as he wants more for me, and the girls…and to pass the message. Kids from his highschool have called me, and i have not even known them…to deliver this.
But the ache is almost like a magnetic pull going inwards at my heart/chest. I know he is in a place to finally get the unconditional love of a Father finally and he loves God dearly. It is my human selfishness that wants to hold him, tuck him in, buy him his uniform for High School…he adored, to see the silly toys he still wanted, like Strider fron Lord of the Rings…sitting on his desk as a person he identified with…moving on for the good of all, and the belief in goodness…all the struggles, but all the hope. All this amung his cool desk, computer, stereo, and little toys here and there. Never hidden, just enjoyed.
this was taken by my friend, as i was gazing up at the pictures on a huge screen durring his graduation ceremony as a tribute to his memory…as he was in theatre, so there were many pics…all smiling so deeply.
Maybe today he is smiling at me…that would be sweet!