March 2021
Today marks the 5th month since my son Dale died. I often think of the words, “loss of my son”, but I don’t like to say that as I didn’t lose my son, he died. It still seems surreal, like at any moment my phone is going to ring and I am going to hear Dale say, Hey Momma. Oh, do I miss him. The tears still fall, the pain is still very real. My heart still hurts and I feel that it always will hurt. I will grow older but without Dale in my life. He will forever be 29. 29 years young. Even now it huts too much to write about this loss. Even thought I don’t like it…yes, it is a loss in my life, while I didn’t lose him, there is a loss in my life without him in it. Today was a hard day. 