A friend from high school is having to bury her son this week. There is no amount of sympathy that can possibly help for my friend and the rest of the family.
No one should have to bury a child. No one should have to sit in a doctor’s appointment and be told that the procedures they have already done didn’t work. Or they have quit working. They can’t explain why. But your son isn’t going to live.
No woman who has ever given birth can forget that sweet child being handed to her the first time at the hospital. The first smile, the tears in the eyes, the first steps, the first triumph of that son. Whether it be grades, sports, boy scouts or the first snow shoveled driveway of that child.
The fights with his brother the trouble he got into with his friends. At some point realizing that little boy has turned into a friend, a brother, a comedian, a best friend that hurts when his mother does. The realization that he has turned into a man. Yet he will always be that little bundle wrapped on a blue blanket that she held close when he cried. No a mother should never have to go through this.
This is the best I can possibly do in tribute. I am not a mother in the way that my friend is. But I hope with this post I can show my friend that my thoughts and prayers are with her and her family.
May Scottie Breeden rest in peace. He was a brother, a friend, a son to his father and most of all an angel to his mother.