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A Facebook Memory To My Son

My grief has morphed, Brooks...
It is not the deep machete cuts it was earlier...
Now it is more reflective...still biting...bleeding...barely healing wounds...but I can at times think of you with only the loving memories we shared so often.
Now is one of those times.
Tears still roll down, but they carry love and remembrance...and I think of all that made you who you were...and I am happy for those "things."
I will come and visit you after this and feel the cool, night air refresh me, and look for you in the stars, and will remember you as my precious, loving boy...infectious smile...laughter to heal...words to comfort...and be just as proud as if you were standing next to me.

Copyright © Wade Greenlee | Year Posted 2019

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Constance La France Date: 3/2/2019 9:11:00 AM Wade, I am brushing tears away. What a horrible grief to carry. I am so sorry for the loss of your son. I know this pain well. I am full of grief too that will never leave until my last breathe. I have poured all that sadness into my poetry. It does help to share the pain. I have lost every person I have loved in my short life and I write sad poetry (but not always). I have a contest going with a theme of grief. I bet you could write an excellent poem. Login to Reply Wade Greenlee Date: 4/13/2019 11:45:00 PM I sometimes come back to my poetry and read them again to help heal. Just thought I would wish you peace and love again, and hope that all is as well as it can be. Wade Greenlee Date: 3/10/2019 4:24:00 AM I am so sorry, Dear Heart. I have brushed those same tears away every day since my son's death. This grief is unending and relentless. I simply find solace in pouring it out in poetry and reaching out to others on this same journey. I send you some of the peace I have found and will be thinking of you. Hugs, my poetry friend.