Monday, October 27, 2014

Monday, October 27, 2008

I believe this is the first Monday, October 27th since Loughlin passed. Last night I struggled with the unremarkable day the Sunday before had been. I don't remember exactly what we were doing that day. Sunday was always the day we spent doing nothing. Well we went to church and we came home to probably roast beef, potatoes and gravy, green bean casserole. We probably gorged ourselves then sat down to football, video games or a movie together. We could have broke out a board game, but we were together. We were always together. But in 12 hrs Loughlin was gone. I woke up early this morning wondering what I could have done to change the future that was to come that morning 6 years ago. I felt nauseated. I know this is just a day, a date, a month. But this day will forever haunt my mind. I miss Loughlin so much. Friday night was our rival football game. So many of Loughlin's old friends were there. some times I love seeing them and yet sometimes the hurt is to raw. True's team lost and I don't know I was just sad. I am sad everytime I realize I am not able to control my kids lives, Protect them from sadness, from being hurt. I was like this before losing Loughlin but now times it by 10.
So this Monday is different. In 2008 we had already set our clocks back. The sun was rising in the East as I drove down the hill. This morning it was still dark. It is so warm this year, that year it was a fall cool. But the biggest difference is Loughlin is gone, and our family will never be the same.
I am getting stronger, maybe less bitter but I am still so sad.

Tuesday, October 21, 2014

Poem

There is briskness in the air.
Reminding me of how unfair,
This life always seems to be.
Why can't anyone else see?
The sights, the smell, the sounds,
Listening to my heart as it pounds.
Gun shots in the distance,
Seem to reminisce his short existence.
Can you recall that day, that morning, that fall,
That hopeless cry, that paralyzing call?
I can't erase it from my memories,
So tired of begging the Father, please.

No answers for this tragedy.
Spent years on a bended knee,
With each falling leaf, a tear.
It doesn't matter how many years.
He was once here and now he's not. So many happy times, yet now forgot