For those who know me know I've been running from the fact that my son is gone now for almost 2 years. I have recently stopped running and started to write down all my thoughts and feelings to share with others. As hard as it is for me I know it is what I need to do.
You know that saying...Time heals all. Ya I don't know about that one. I think this void in my heart will always be there. I am truely greatful for the time I did have with my son, but I can say I wanted more time with him...who wouldn't.
I often wonder why some die and not others. Sherod was a great young man who never did anything wrong. So why did God take him from me? Why is he making me suffer? My list of WHY could go on, but one thing I do know is this. I miss my son everyday and whould do anything to hold him and kiss one more time.
Shortly after Sherod passed I could still smell his clothes or blankets and they smelled just like him. It has been almost 2 years now and I can no longer smell him anymore. The sent has gone away from his blankets, his clothes and his pillow. I can no longer hold his hand and feel his soft skin nor can I kiss him goodnight. I miss everything about him. Including his wise cracks and jokes he would play on us. Like the time he pretended to cry to his Uncle Eric because he just wanted a white chocolate mocha from Starbucks. He made Eric feel so bad he ran right out and got him one...all the while Sherod was cracking up laughing because he pulled a fast one on his Uncle.OOOH how I miss that!