If today I could express how I feel...

If today I could express how I feel, I would tell you that I miss my son with every ounce of my being. I miss his smile, his laugh, his great broad shoulders, his thick curly hair, his reddish beard, but most of all, I miss him. I miss the boy I raised, the child I taught right from wrong and the beautiful young man that he was becoming.

I miss my son.

I miss his big strong arms picking me up and holding me in a bear hug. I miss him giving me a “memew hug.” I miss seeing him put Elizabeth on top of his shoulders and run around the house.

I miss my son.

I miss the way he was always there for his memaw and his grandma. I miss the way he respected his elders and yearned to learn from them and be a better person for them.

I miss my son.

I miss him fussing about my cooking or not having sodas in the house. I miss fussing at him for eating too many hamburgers. I miss caring for him and making sure he’s taking care of himself.

I miss my son.

I miss washing his clothes and picking up wet towels off the bathroom floor. I miss buying him toothpaste and deodorant.

I miss my son.

I miss the joy I felt every time he walked in the room.

I miss my son.

I miss his smell, his laugh, his smile. I miss my beautiful, wonderful boy.

I miss my son.

9.10.10 MWL

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