The grieving mother

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As the day nears 28.04.16 I keep thinking.  Thinking about what would have been.
What would his smile be like,  his interest,  what hobbies he would posses.
  I catch my self coming close to tears on the way home,  thinking.  Thinking about what sport he would have played, what team he would support.  Whose smile would he would have had.  Thinking deeply about life and how unfair it may seem, but I will hold on to the promises made by God.  Promises which have keep me going 11months 27 days.  I won’t give up.  I chose to celebrate his existence.