A mother should never have to bury a son nor a daughter. Neither should a father. I watched you over the years. How you took care of him. Carried his food to his room from the kitchen. When his tightened tendons were too tender to take him. You never appeared to be bothered by the hours that he spent as he transferred the warmth of his hands to his Nintendo or Xbox. When he made intimate contact as his eyes lovingly interacted with the television screen. Day in. Day out. Night after night.
Your days were interspersed with guilt that you had delivered a soul to suffer from sickle cell anemia. Through no fault of your own. The intensity grew when you started to view countdown. Who would care for him when you are gone?
God did not have to have to summon the strength to take him. With wisdom, He decided that it was best to lovingly lift him from the pain. Day in. Day out. Night after night.
When he went, we did not have to bend over. Nor bawl. We found solace in fond, lingering memories. That we had the opportunity to love Brian. To reconnect. To make him giggle and laugh. To offer spiritual guidance. To place him on our back.
No one should have to bury a son.
No mother!!
…….Should ever!
…………..Have to do
…………………That!!!
Woman! Under reconstruction! 