To our beautiful boy … we miss your voice, your smile, your laughter, your beautiful blue eyes, our conversations, the clean fresh scent of your dirty blond hair, your hugs, your “I love you’s” and even the sound of your footsteps in your room, we miss every single thing about you. There are simply no words that can describe the sharp pain that pierces our hearts nearly every day. Some days the edge of that sword is dull and anesthetized; some days we think just maybe we are at the verge of the final stage of grief, which is acceptance. I honestly don’t know if one can truthfully accept the death of a child or children. I don’t believe it is in our DNA as parents or even siblings.
For the past decade our friends and family, the JSRF committee and supporters alike have walked the valley of darkness along our side trying to understand and support us every step of the way. We continue to be grateful for those who have joined our committee, attended our fundraisers, read our newsletters, liked our Facebook page, donated financially, sent cards, flowers, and so much more.
All and any acts of kindness reach a wound that only compassion can heal.
Peace, Love and Gratitude.
Ciri, Scott and Sayra Stom