He come into the world screaming his little
lungs out ..As he grew he was a very active baby.
He stuggled with school starting with kindergarden.
He would not leave the other kids alone.So as they
tryed to learn .He wanted to play,so at the age of 5
they did not pass him into 1st .This caused him to
became bitter and resentful toward the whole world.
His dad would let him play and never do to his learning
he loved this and would not even mind me.
This of course broke my heart and I would cry for hours
worring about him.I taught him right from wrong .But this
did not make a difference in his mind.He would come
home when he decided to and would do as he pleased
even though he would do this .I still loved the little
pumpkin .Than one day in the winter of 1990 he
disappeared into thin air.I told the police department
but they said that they were just to busy to look
for every run away .So I had to settle with that
and went on with my life.The best I could.Than
one day in the early hours of the morning.I was
woke up to my daughter crying her eyes out.
As I tryed to wake up .She told me the alarming
news that my sister had called .She {my daughter}
could hardly speak .As I tryed to come to the now
and try to understand what was going on.She continued
on that in the sunday news paper was a story splattered
all over telling about the death of my son.He was found
buried in a shallow grave.My world was destoried and I
felt guilt like I had never felt before in my life. I was never
notified by the local pd and up to this day I am very upset.
The reason I am telling this story is two fold.One please
don't feel sorry for me and the second is to say.{Do you know where your children are tonight?}
Some times we as parents need to use what is called as tough love
this may not help at first but as time goes on you will see improvement.
I hope my story of my son has not bored you to badly.
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- In My Dreams
by Heather Gustafson
Another night
I awake with my heart pounding
A tear running down over my lips
The taste of salt awakens me
Realizing where I am
I lay back down
Wanting the dream back
In my dream it is so real
In my dream
I can hear the laughter
see the smile ~ I've never seen
You turn to me
With the most beautiful blue eyes
With a smile you seem to ask
"Can I?"
A nod of my head and you run
Looking around
Not knowing where you
Want to go first
Thru the sand
Down the slide
Then to the swings
That smile again ~ those blue eyes
With a gentle voice
"Push me mommy"
"Of course my baby, my love, my son."
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