When I was 18 I had a baby boy.He turned in to a hefty and strong lad.He was walking at 7 months!! He was soo smart and white toe head of blonde hair and beautiful blue eyes.When my darling boy was 23 months old,he had a sister come along.He did not like the attention she was getting.Well the little sister became his best friends.Oh sure they'd argue,but they always worked it out. When my beautiful boy was 4 1\2 he came in the house and flopped on the sofa.He said I'm not playing anymore. He lost 10 lb.s in the first month. The doctors in a CHICAGO found the problem.He had Masto blastoma ........Its malignant.He has 16 months to live. In that time span,I was living a Night mare.Everyday I was 20 or so.Poor little sister couldn't figure out why big bro wouldn't play. They can tell you,time heals all pain.They are wrong. very wrong.I believe I've been living the blues every since we put my beautiful boy to lay to rest. It's the hardest thing a parent can do.Just be strong.Take one minute at a time. Blessed be to you and yours....1973 /1979. Until we meet again.
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