We lost Michael in 2005 at age 17. Since then, October 2nd and June 18th are the days that I lose a bit of sleep and think a lot about my son. I think of him every day, but those are the days that bring it all into focus. I remain very realistic about the passing of my son, and know that death is part of life. We can not chose when go to the next world, and to the people on the outside looking in, it seems amazingly unfair to lose a child. You always hear that a father should not have to bury his son. We don't know why these things happen. I am convinced that his spirit was needed elsewhere. He touched many lives in his 17 years, as was evident by the turn out at the funeral. Now he is needed elsewhere.
I talk to him a lot. And he makes his presence known to me many different ways. I know he is out there watching out for me, and his family and brother, Nick.
So, without going through all the "normal" reflection here on the blog, I will just wish Michael A happy Birthday, October 2, and tell him that I love him. :-/