I miss you, Son. This is the 3rd Easter since you’ve been gone. I remember how tired you were when this photo was taken… you made it in time for your baby son to be born… you parked your big truck in the hospital parking lot.
This Is The 3rd Easter Since Tommy’s Been Gone…
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee
This is the 3rd Easter without Tommy, the last being Easter 2010. I’ve been trying to think of everything else … not focus on him not being here.
I miss Tommy, his big ‘sunshine’ smile. I miss hearing his soft voice, his fun laughter, twinkling eyes. I would even let him mess my hair up if he were here. He used to love to walk by, take his hand and put it on top of my head (he was six-foot, four inches)…. and rub my hair… making it go this way… that way. :)))
I would fuss at him for messing my hair up, he’d just laugh at his mama, walk off grinning. I would secretly grin, too. He wanted me to fuss, so… I did.
I see that I’m going to be able to get through this Easter, be okay. I’m not crying like I’ve been doing when holidays near. Yes, so far… I’m okay. It seems like a ‘soft curtain’ is between me … the grief I know so well… as long as it doesn’t open….
I wish all of you the most special of Easter holidays… with your children, your families. Love, Gloria/Granny Gee
I wish my grandchildren, their families… a special Easter. Love, Granny Gee