Age:[ 54 ] Gender:[ F ]
My Only Son. He never believed that he was loved. He never believed he had worth. He never believed. No matter how much he was loved by so very many people, he never loved himself. Michael, my only son, died of a heroin overdose on 1/3/03 just shy of his 33rd birthday. He died alone. I believe that he was always alone. No matter how many people were around him, he never connected. As long as he was alive, I believe I had time to try and tell him how much he was loved and how much people believed in him. The time has come and gone. There is no more time. No phone to ring and it be him to want to talk. All I can now hope for is that he is at peace. He is no longer fighting the demons who controlled him. I hope that the day will come when we are together again and he believes, he has found his worth and he knows just how much he was always loved. My dear son, Michael, I so loved you, so miss you and will continue to love you until we are together again. Take care my son, know you are loved. Your mom
Fri Feb 28 15:44:25 2003
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