Another Brick

Well, it is July 25th. My son’s birthday came and went this year without a peep from anyone.
I’m not sure what that means. Is everyone being reverently silent or did they not notice?
After all, I didn’t mention it either. I assumed everyone else knew what day it was as well and just dealt with it. But now I have this question in my mind about whether anyone remembered. It doesn’t matter though. Just one more brick in the wall.

TIME

They say time heals all wounds and I suppose it does. But it also opens some. It’s almost my son’s birthday. He would be 24 had he lived.

He has been gone now for 5 years and 4 months.

There is very little pain now when I think of his death only the sadness of knowing he’s gone.
I don’t think of him as much as I used too and THAT is the problem. That is a different kind of wound. This wound isn’t healed by time but instead made worse.

When I see his picture or something that reminds me of him, I suddenly feel happy at the thought of him and then I suddenly realize that I haven’t been thinking of him and then I feel bad.

Time really isn’t our friend; it just brings everything to an end.