Linda - posted on 12/25/2015 ( 2 moms have responded )
My son passed away in his sleep last month. Eric was 10. My only child. My life was perfect. I found my best friend, my rock, my husband Eric Sr., 13 years ago. We had Eric Jr. young and dedicated our lives to him. I'll never forget being 19 and terrified to learn I was pregnant. I asked him what we were going to do and he replied with "We are going to be parents". And parents we became. I was so excited to be a mom. I had found my destiny. This is what I was meant for. I have never been one to brag but I can say with 100 percent confidence that I am an awesome mom. Not perfect, but damn good. I took so much pride in being Eric's mom. He was my love, light, inspiration everyday, my insides, my motivation to live life to the absolute fullest. Now he is gone. I sit here Christmas day feeling nothing. I have lost my sparkle, my ambition and determination to build a bright future. My heart is forever broken. I want my son back. I am spiritual and believe he IS in a much better place but I wish I could have gone with him. I am NOT suicidal but I am NOT afraid to die and actually look forward to the day I am called home so I can be with my baby. But until then I am lost. Doing the very best I can to smile when possible and not let my grief eat me alive.