TimeHop app was really messing with my emotions Friday. Here is a FB post from two years ago.
Andrew had come home for his last weekend. Ever. Mother’s Day. He would leave that Sunday for his second season of Texas. He and his younger siblings had fun that evening. They loved playing vinyl albums from granddad Bailey’s collection.
My dear friend and fellow While We’re Waiting mom commented, “Now you know where he is, my friend.”
I love her for comments like this. I am so grateful for other parents who walk this grief journey with us.
I miss my son today. This weekend will always be difficult. Grateful for the time I had with him. Grateful for my other kids. But I miss my son. Andrew loved me well and made me feel like a good mom.