Making my peace
by Tina Miller
I went to my baby boy's grave Friday to talk to him as I try to do every night. Sometimes due to weather I cannot as it is quarter mile away, but in a place where he was always happy. From the first day that he came into my life, I have always tried to do what was best for him and what would make him the most happy. The thing he did love to do was to just run unhindered by roads, fences and all the other manmade barriers. As I sat there and thought about it, I realized that the place he has gone to has no barriers, no pain , all the fresh alfalfa he can eat, and friends that had gone on before him. And I came to the conclusion that even though I was miserable without him I can always hold in my heart the fact that he is most happy running across the endless sky and I only need to look up or feel the wind blow across my cheek to feel him there. I hope that others can come to this peace as i have. I will always and forever miss him and my heart will always be for him, but I do not feel the complete deolation and failure that I did before. Thank you for letting me share this with you all, it has helped too. Tina
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