It’s lonely here without you,
I miss you more each day,
For life is not the same to me,
Since you were called away.
To your resting place I visit,
Place flowers there with care,
But no one knows my heartache,
When I turn and leave you there.
This is the 2nd Thanksgiving without you,
It's so hard to thank the Lord.
My mind is grateful for what still is,
But my heart aches for what was before.
As I sit here and reminisce
About Thanksgivings that have gone by,
So many things I took for granted,
Now, I often wonder why.
How could I have been so certain
That life would always be just fine?
Was it so unimaginable,
That death could touch our lives?
With four shattering words
My heart was ripped away.
"Your son has Cancer",
It echo's still today.
On this Thanksgiving Day,
I'm grateful for my two sons and their families.
But my heart will never be the same
Without my youngest son here with me.
Mom & Dad