Day 8. Tonight’s post will have a feel to it. I have spent the last 4 hours working on some upcoming material and, to be completely honest with you, my brain feels like french toast…with butter and syrup.
Janet Marie and Matthew Frederick 1980. (Photo)
She passed on with grace. Remaining selfless and exuding love to the last moments of her physical human experience.
Everything I’ve done, all the incredible things I’ve yet to do, and all the people that will benefit and be inspired by what I do – is all for her.
My life-work is a dedication to Janet Marie.
Thank you, Mom. I miss you like crazy.
You’re still my hero. I love you.
Your grateful son,
Janet Marie 1/7/54 – 7/28/99
6/18 11:24PM- My son is my life. I’m sitting with him on the bed, where I’m sure I’ll be for the rest of the night. As I sit here and look at him, I’m often overcome with such emotion that I feel paralyzed. The love is indescribable. The sorrow I feel for him, I can’t begin to express in written form. He’s an extremely happy kid yet I know he’s missed out on so much. I just want my son to be happy. I know he’s going to experience pain, anger, sorrow, etc. But I want contentment for him. I want him to enjoy life and to experience love, joy, and fulfillment.