My First Born

June 23, 2011
Thursday
11:30

I just realized that today would have been the twenty-third birthday of my first born son, Michael. But, after less than two days here on Earth, God took him back. It was an event that changed me forever and a big part of who I am today and why I do or don't do things. I was only nineteen at the time. The thought of being a father then was truly overwhelming but to have my son die shortly after being born was outright unbearable.

But, I made it through thanks to God and my family without which I would not be here today to have the wonderful wife and children that I have today.

I can't believe that it has been that long. Time goes by without you even noticing some times and then you turn around and realize there are more days behind you than in front. Somewhere over the years, I lost the only picture I ever had of my son. I haven't been to the cemetery in years either. I wonder if his mom every thinks about him these days. I would hope so. It was such a traumatic experience for me at the time that I never thought that I would ever be whole again. But I am now. Funny how live works, how God works..