Bee's Hive

Thursday, September 17, 2009

September 17, 1997

I was cooking dinner, awaiting my son's and grandchildren to arrive. That was the last put together thought I would have for a long time. Sometime around 4:30 pm the phone would ring. A person would identify themself as a nurse. She would tell me that it if I wanted to see my son before he expired I should hurry.

The next 18 hours would be spent somewhere in time, not real, not possible. Mark left us in the morning of September 18th, 1997.

I remember him today and tomorrow. The pain is not really any different then it is every day of every week. My child was taken away, killed by another person. Nothing is so great to give, no treasure worth as much as your child.




6 comments:

Rita said...

Bea,
What can I say? A loss so great, so much pain, your son such a special heart. And yet Bea somehow you shine. You still bring joy to others in the midst of the pain you carry. Many hugs to you.

Gina said...

I'm sending you hugs from across the pond. There's nothing I could say that would help take away the pain. Keep being strong my friend

Love and hugs Gina xxx

tisme said...

Just wanted to say, you are in my thoughts. I can not imagine the pain you have everyday of your life, missing Mark.
I love the picture of him with your grandchildren. I had not seen that one of him.
Be well, Take care!

shawkl said...

and there truly is no comfort for a broken heart.

What a handsome young man he was, what a beautiful smile.

Here's a big hug for you my friend; may you always remember the good times more often than the bad.

Shogun said...

It is just heartbreaking.

I also like that photo with the little kiddie pool.

marsha said...

always marshamy heart gose with you.