You can listen to some songs a 1000 times and then one day they hit you with a whole new meaning. I’ve mentioned this before but again it has happened to me.
While driving the song “Who Knew” by Pink came on the radio. “if someone said three years from now you’d be long gone I would stand up and punch them out cause their all wrong. Who knew..” “Count your blessings now before their all gone” and it hit me.
Three years ago today I hugged my son goodbye. It has been three years and it seems like only last week and forever ago we stood there him telling me not to cry he would be fine. And in that moment if anyone would have said in three years he would be gone from me I would have punched them out. I want that moment back so much. Not just for me but for my whole family. For Micheal.
Today I am trying to celebrate the times we had with Micheal. The laughter and joy he brought to our lives. I’m trying not to let the missing him overwhelm me. And as always he has orchestrated life to help me. Yesterday the Barracks sign made it home to his Strike family. It has taken almost two years but it’s where it belongs now. It’s as if the last piece of him is finally at peace and home.