Eleven years.

July 29, 2024 by Sheryl J. Moore

Eleven years.

I didn’t think I could live without you for a day.

My firstborn; my son. How I wish you didn’t take your life that day.

It is a curse that I remember every moment of that day. It is a curse that it obsessively replays in my mind. It is a curse that I have so many regrets.

Did I hug you that day? Did I tell you that you were the most important person in my world? Did I tell you that the bullies are @ssholes, and you should forget about them?

I don’t know.

But, I am here. I am fighting for this life. Your siblings need me, and so does Dad.

I look forward to our glorious reunion. I just can’t rush it.

D@mn this day. I hate it. -sjm