This was written in January
2014 while on a cruise.
Now that we are at the end of our lives, I plan to live to
the fullest taking advantage of each moment as time is fleeting. I do not plan
to waste my life on myself but on helping others and doing what is best for
most. I will continue to write about David and to promote his beautiful person
and character. It is a goal of mine never to give up as many want me to
especially since it has been 10 years. How can I forget my son? Time does not
take away what is forever mine. He is a part of me. Our souls are connected.
As I look at the sky from the ship I feel him. He is in the
clouds and the sunrise. He is in the sunset and beyond the horizon. He is
everywhere I am as he is a part of my being. I long for a tangible and visible
image of himself which I will forever hope for knowing full well that it will
never be here on this earth.
Why did life deprive me of a beautiful treasure? Why did I
have to lose him? Why? Why? Why? Should I accept what happened? I have tried
but it is unacceptable. Losing my son is abnormal. It is the reversal of
nature. It is absurd. It is wrong. The young should precede the old. The young
is the future. The young is hope. The young is life.
I keep reflecting over
the same thoughts and the same ideas with no answers and no change. This loss
is permanent. Nothing on earth can restore it. I often think of David and his
beauty and he is always associated with tears. Why can’t I think of joy at the
same time? I say to myself that I am happy at times but I am never whole. I
actually do not live in fear and worry about much. Every day is a new adventure
and beginning. I live in the realm of the unknown anticipating new delights
that I have never experienced before. My son has enriched my life in a way
beyond words. He has added meaning to everything that I do and say. I often
look at people and wonder what they feel or what they are thinking or whether
their lives have meaning especially while cruising.
