At this time last year, we had our family reunion. My husband's side. Lots and lots of people. Our son (my stepson... but that doesn't matter) was there.
He didn't bring his girlfriend... She didn't want to come. We'd never met her. She felt that it was too big of a step. That in her "culture" (she was Vietnamese), it was a huge deal to meet parents.
Little did we know.
It was the last time we saw him alive and talking. It was his last good bye. It was his last, "I love you."
Less than a week later, he swallowed his last cocktail. It was a corrosive. It gave him his last breath on his own.
And less than a week after that horrible day, he took his last breath on a ventilator. We said our last good bye.
|RIP - Jr. I know this was one of your proudest moments.|
We love you and this of you every day.
Please visit Mama Kat and check out other posts. There were lots of prompts to choose from, and much happier ones, too. I'll post another tomorrow that's more upbeat... but this is where my mind was today. Sorry for the bummer...