Here I sit at Mickey D's, checking in with ya'll while my kids run wild in the play area. Aron's working more long hours, so a break from the house was in order.
Just wanted to check in ... feeling down because my friend's 13-year-old son died on New Year's Eve. This boy was also a friend to my children. We attended his wake and funeral last weekend. When we went for a playdate last week, this boy's presence was greatly missed.
It's very strange when your friend is drifting in an ocean of her own tears. I feel helpless. I feel like I say stupid things. I feel like I want to help but can do nothing concrete to ever make her feel better about what has happened. I can't bring back her son, and I hate that feeling.
I would love to hear from some of you! If you can't leave me a comment on the blog due to BOTH of my stinking blog comment accounts being messed up and not responding to my pleas for help, please email me at mommykerrie at yahoo dot com with your comments, or you can find me on Facebook at The Kerrie Show and write me there.
I'm hoping to get permission from my friend to put some of her son's poetry on here for you to enjoy because this is a truly gifted child. I want more than anything for him to never be forgotten. I want him to live on.