Larry "Travis" Shaun Carter Oct 27 1972 ~ Dec 24 1998 |
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Travis and his mother Judy | ||||||||||||||
Grief It's an entity all it's own with it's pain that's never really gone. It has many thoughts and faces But very few reality traces. It makes you ask many a question All of which you try to shun. What~When~Where~If Why? Could I have done something, so my child wouldn't die? These are what every parent asks This part of grief is a heart wrenching task. Hours turn to days~days to months~months to years This is the war~you fight without gear. You feel bare and naked and all alone at times, you feel like you can't go on. You say "This happens to someone else ~ not me!" This I think every parent would agree. But this time it really is you You scream "No No No" but it's oh so true. This nightmare that never ends With these feelings~ you just can't pretend. People say "Well you sure look good!" Don't they know we would die if only we could. Yes, grief has it's own way While we endure it and live day to day. by Judy Craig In Loving memory of her son |
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