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Seventeen Years
Oct 26, 2002
Its been 5 years since the loss of my son. Brandon,was his name, and still is Brandon. Death at 17 is so unfair. I wasnt done yet. I wanted to see him flourish as a young man. That was taken away from me. A drunk driver killed him. All he wanted to do was cross the street. Sometimes the simplest tasks have the most danger. Who knew that that one small step would take his life. I dont feel like Im going to die anymore. I look at the parts of my life that have improved since his death. I have become a better person mind , body and soul since his death. I see that as his gift to me. I wear my scars as a badge of honor for surviving this battle. The pain has dulled some. I can listen to music and not feel my heart going to explode. Pictues still make me cry. I hve a video of him but I still cant watch it, 5 years later. I dont think I can handle watching him move. He is still now. I like to keep it like that. I miss him. I miss the friendship we had, the deep talks about life. I miss what could have been. 17 years wasnt enough.... I wasnt done yet....
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