Easter

Every Sunday Bryon would call his mother.I try to, but can only manage every other Sunday. Today being Easter I called. No mother should ever have to bury their child. The pain in her voice cut me to the core. I have no words to offer her, all I can do is tell her how much she meant to Bryon, to tell her some of the stories he used to tell me about her. When I am back there and met with the minister I am going to take Marie with me, the minister needs her insight, she needs to hear what kind of a son Bryon was. I sometimes wish I lived closer to her, I think she needs family around her. Bryon had holidays scheduled for last September, he was going to go home to visit with Mom. then he got sick, then he died. Marie is in her mid 80's, yes it is hard to bury you son.
I got through Easter, I made sure I ate enough stuffing, Bryon loved it and I ate his portion and mine. It was low key but Charles and his family and I shared a few laughs.
Some days you are the statue other days you are the pigeon...today I am the statue.