Treasured Memories

Dear Brian:

There's nothing more special for me right now than to discover a pile of old photos!  I was cleaning out one of my "treasure boxes" and found a few more.  I look at them and remember all the things we used to do! 




Here's a photo of the pumpkins we carved while camping out at Big Basin, which was a great place to go for a quick little get-away weekend.  The smile on your face must mean you were having a great time!

While I know that I'll be ... troubled when thoughts of you drift into my head in the dark of night, I'm trying to be reasonable, knowing full well that it's part of the process.  Will I ever get "over" this?  I think not.   But I'm praying that I arrive at some kind of peace; to be able to accept that your choice is what you felt necessary.  I'll always believe different: that with some talking and some care, things would have gotten better. 

I started attacking that overgrown tree in the backyard.  Not sure I'll be able to finish doing the digging out of the root ball, but as with everything now that I"ll be doing alone:  a little at a time!


I'll be posting a few of your old photos found on the website ForeverMissed.com and telling the story behind them.  It's been fun being able to share.  But I'm a little sad about it too.  I don't think your dad and I know Grandma just can't look at your photos and stories.  They're so sad.  Grandma told me she had a photo of you from Anthony's wedding that she put in a frame, but she can't bear to look at it.  Which makes me sad as well. 

I want her, I want everyone to remember you
as you were, just like you asked us to.
Which is why I just keep writing .....
Love you always, son!
Mom