Every Christmas I continue to sorrow. “I will be home
for Christmas” brings tears to my eyes. My son will never ever be home again. I
am tired of saying that he lives within my heart. I want him physically so
badly. Knowing that this will never happen in this lifetime makes my soul rebel
even more against death and its horror. My soul says “I do not want to
celebrate another Christmas without him”.
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