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Sunday, May 4, 2008, 10:12 PM ( 12 views )  - Posted by Heidi
As the shards of sand in the hourglass gently tumble down to the other side counting down the moments to Mother’s Day I find myself once again wrenched by that all too familiar pain. I know that I will always be “J.T.’s Mom” but that fact gives me no comfort in having to face the day without his physical presence. He was always my act two in a three-act play, instigator of breakfast in bed, which consisted of Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a Capri Sun, always putting the straw in for me. Bestowing me with the most precious gifts a mother can receive little homemade cards with paint-smeared handprints and a list of reasons why he loves me, always the simplest of things that I cherish and cling to when I need reminding. I’m not quite sure how to face my first Mother’s Day without him, his wet kisses and sparkling eyes, his loving words and warm hugs. For now the memories seem old and so small and the anticipation new and painful and raw.

The day goes by like a shadow o’er the heart, with sorrow, where once was delight.
-Stephen Foster

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