He was only a couple weeks old, when I first looked upon his face that
was wrinkled and still pink, it was like looking at my own reflection in
a mirror. Then as I bent over to pick him up, I pondered how his life
would be..

As the years passed, I saw him slowly grow into a young boy, playingall
the games little boys play, then when he entered middle school, and
begain to show interest in the girls and finaly got himself a girl
friend, it was a joy too see how his life brightened, he was a young man
now.

Then he reached his 13th year, had a bright future ahead of him,, when
one nigh, the Angels came and took him from this world. Oh, how I cried,
but knew he would no lionger be suffering as he had been for eight
months. The doctors tried to save him, but it was all in vain, for no
matter what they knew and the medicins were sering, the power od god was
stronger than mans. Now a;; I can do is sit and look at his picture and
speak softly to him and he would answer in an angelic voice, Dad do not
cry for me, for I am in a better place.,I will be watching over you and
anytime you want to talk, just call me and I will be there..


You see this was my son, who at the tender age of 13, died from
Leukemia. And yes, I do talk to him and he talks to me.

So sad wolfspirit
my son is 13 now i cant imagin the pain of losing a child and so young.
((hugs))

I lost a friend many years ago to the same disease we were about that
age, I stopped backpacking shortly after that, it wasn't the same
without him.



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(((((( WolfSpirt)))))))

((((woulf))))

Wolf,

I'm so sorry for your loss.