Graphics 1998 by Liz . It has been almost 8 years since the death of my first born son, Michael. It has also been a long journey. My journey is not yet over, nor will it be in this lifetime. An empty hole has been left in the very soul of my being.
Nothing can ever fill that void, that is certain.
But in the depths of that hole there shines a brilliantly bright light that can never fade or be extinguished. It is the light of Michael's memory. My time with him was 3 months short, but is has left me with a lifetime of memory. Remember that to grieve is to be human. Grief is good.