There is no name for a mother who lost her son.. perhaps there should be, so people will understand. The pain of such a loss, is as though I have lost my soul. So deeply connected to my first born child, my beautiful son.
Of course he lived his own life, to the fullest. Everyone loved this strong, gentle, giant, built from the cloth of Gods! Everyone who knew him had a different super hero name for him, Michelangelo, Spiderman, Batman, Superman.. Cookie! A hero from so many perspectives, even in death, to the recipients who received a piece of my beautiful child; his heart, his beautiful eyes, his skin, and more. They say, we carry a little peace / piece for each other. Some more literal than others.
I am still working to find mine. It seems impossible.
I love you to the moon and stars and back again, times infinity.
Love Mom
