I would have loved to fall in love for the billionth time. It hasn’t been that many times actually. I loved a boy. He was my first love. And it ended. I married a love. That brought me two beautiful sons only a year apart. I was blessed. I remain so.
My first son died. Years ago. Today still hard to say out loud. My second son. A sophomore at college, I celebrate each day. Still hard to say out loud. Much love, many years… I look for more love.
As a counselor, today I experienced what I might not have known were Sam alive. Four years later. Yet, it is love all the same.
Much love to Sam…