The column below is a thinly-veiled prayer that we will someday soon find out that our oldest son is alive and well - somewhere. We haven't heard from him since mid-2003, and that was in the form of a letter. The last time we saw him was in December of 2002.
None of us suspects foul play. We only want to know he is all right.
Major family changes have happened since we last saw our son. His grandpa fell ill and died after a few years of excruciating pain from post-heurpetic neuralgia (I don't know if that was spelled correctly.) He got a case of the shingles in August of 2001, and his was one of those rare instances that turns into what he had. The entire family had a miserable few years along with dad as we watched him go from a fiercely independent and hard-working proud man to someone who needed help just to get out of bed. It took a toll on mom most of all, as we all tried everything we could think of to help the both of them.
We've lost a cousin to a drunk driver - he was hit while walking home in the wee hours of an early November morning.
Hubby has retired, his mom has had a mini-stroke and a mild heart attack. Two nights ago, she tripped on the carpet and fell, tried to forget about it and went to bed only to wake up and realize she couldn't put any weight on her left foot. Now she's in a soft cast and has to be waited on because she can't do much for herself.
It's nearly Christmas, and we ache for our son to call home. His younger brother is here, and we know he misses him, too. How could he not?
We're thankful for our children; both sons have made us proud, have worried us, and have enriched our lives far more than we ever thought possible. We pray they both know how much we love them - we always have and we always will.
None of us suspects foul play. We only want to know he is all right.
Major family changes have happened since we last saw our son. His grandpa fell ill and died after a few years of excruciating pain from post-heurpetic neuralgia (I don't know if that was spelled correctly.) He got a case of the shingles in August of 2001, and his was one of those rare instances that turns into what he had. The entire family had a miserable few years along with dad as we watched him go from a fiercely independent and hard-working proud man to someone who needed help just to get out of bed. It took a toll on mom most of all, as we all tried everything we could think of to help the both of them.
We've lost a cousin to a drunk driver - he was hit while walking home in the wee hours of an early November morning.
Hubby has retired, his mom has had a mini-stroke and a mild heart attack. Two nights ago, she tripped on the carpet and fell, tried to forget about it and went to bed only to wake up and realize she couldn't put any weight on her left foot. Now she's in a soft cast and has to be waited on because she can't do much for herself.
It's nearly Christmas, and we ache for our son to call home. His younger brother is here, and we know he misses him, too. How could he not?
We're thankful for our children; both sons have made us proud, have worried us, and have enriched our lives far more than we ever thought possible. We pray they both know how much we love them - we always have and we always will.
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