Hey boy this is your mom. I hope and pray you are in the presence of Jesus, with Granny and Pop and you cousin Michael. I miss you sweetie. Oh how I miss you.
I miss going outside on a clear night, like we used to do and gazing at the stars and picking out the constellations, and me telling you about the farm, how you would have loved it there. You love hunting and fishing and the smell of firewood burning. If only you had been born four decades earlier, you would have loved it. I miss telling you about your grandfather and the things he did in the military, that I knew very little of. That is where you got your desire for the army life I guess, you wanted so much to do your part. Sometimes I think maybe you left the earth earlier because of that. I don't think any of us have much longer on earth. You just went before us, and I guess that makes you lucky in a sense.
It sure does not make me feel any better. Remember when I told you if anything happened to you it would be the end of me. Well, I am still hanging in there, for what it is worth, but, life will never be the same for me. I find no joy in life hardly anymore, I don't like to do anything because you are not here to do it with me. I wanted to go to Savannah this fall, that was the last place I took you, when we went to Florida. But, I can't seem to bring myself to do it. Your not here.
I know I need to get over that. I do pray you are in a better place. But, I know how you loved life, and loved your friends. I just wish you could have been here a little longer with me. It seems like we did not get to do enough together. I had to always be studying, and for that I am really having a hard time concentrating in school. I think about you all the time, first thing in the morning and last thing at night. Sometimes I am at peace, and other times I feel like I am losing my mind.
I do hope you are happy Drew, some say you are just sleeping. But, I cannot find anywhere in the Bible where it talks of soul sleeping. I know it is just your body left here on earth, but my child, I wish I could talk to you one more time, just once more to make sure your OK. A mother thing I guess, but if there was one wish that I had, it would be to talk to you one more time.
I knew something was up when you told me you met grandma in a beige suit one night in one of your dreams. No one would know that, and you asked me if grandma used to where suits. Then you dreamed of pop, saying he was laughing and shook your hand, asked how the twins were. Wow, that kind of sent chills down my back.
Anyway, I love you son, no matter what. I will never ever forget you.
Mom
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