Well, today it's been three months since the accident. Yes, I pay attention to the time. How could I not? The first of every month is not too difficult to remember. I flip the calendar page and check off another month without my son.
I feel like he's just away right now, visiting a friend or staying at a buddies house. Actually he is isn't he? I keep expecting him to come home, to thud thru the house in his noisy Christopher way because he was a big boy with a heavy step. He could never have been a burglar, he wasn't stealthy enough.
His size 14 shoes were clunky and he rarely tied them.
I used to joke with him that he could never be a surgeon because his fingers were like sausages. They weren't nimble. I used to ask him to help me with my necklaces in the morning and he'd grumble behind my back as he fought with the clasp. He'd crack me up practically swearing at the jewelry because he had so much trouble helping me.
Well, no more worries about that Chris, I don't change my necklaces anymore. The only ones I wear are the cross the coroner took off your neck and a pair of angel wings. I'm going to keep them on and hold you close.
Rest easy Chris, my beautiful boy. Visit me when you can and feel all my love. You were a Godsend to me (to us) and I miss you, WE miss you!
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