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Archive for September, 2018

He’s Gone 7-2-2018

My child. My son. ADAM JOEY WEST. One week shy of his 9th birthday. He’s gone. He left to be with the Lord. I realize he wasn’t mine to keep for all my life. He did so good for as long as he could. He wasn’t in pain. He was at home with his mom, dad brother and nurse. I miss him so much, I can’t even describe it. It’s physically made me sick. Grief is a tricky experience. I was doing so good. In shock. Than the shock wore off and than I was busy. Busy busy. I got sick and now I physically don’t have energy to do anything. It’s been about 2 weeks of me trying to get better but I just can’t. I’m not sure how but my grief has to be a factor in this, I miss him so much. I don’t have much interest or energy. I don’t feel good and I’m just here waiting to feel better. Yes antibiotics and vitamins are on my daily regimen. I just want to hug him one more time. Smell him. Squeeze him. I want to look into his eyes and tell him how cute he is. 👼🏻