May 10th, 2010
It was the day after Mother’s Day. The doorbell rang and when I answered the door I was given the news that our youngest son had died.
This is not an anniversary I celebrate. Every day I think of my son, but this day I think of him more often. This is not an easy day to relive, but with each year it becomes a little easier.
Today we took a little day trip. I’ll share details of our trip in my next blog post, but our day away made me smile. I suppose the day gave me a different perspective. It gave me the ability to look at life and our son’s death differently somehow.
Although I miss him every day, my memories of his life are less tearful now and maybe the key to getting thru May 10th is to spend the day with the people I love, doing something that truly makes us happy. After all, I think he would only want us to be happy.