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Andrew never grows up – he is frozen in time and inside of you. One day, you might very well surprise yourself by rising out of the ashes. Being sickly is awful, but pathetic is almost a cruel description for someone who lost a piece of her soul. You described yourself as pathetic and sickly. When grief wrecks your body, it destroys your spirit, too. I feel so much sadness for what you have had to physically endure.

I’m not one that believes “time heals” – it is very easy to stay in that deep hole of anguish. That is very hopeful! It has been many years since my son died and even though you might be nearing a decade, it has been twice as long for me. I see some changes in your words – even the acknowledgement that you might not heal to the extent I have. Oh, Brenda – Thank you so much for your comment. I know the pain is stll there for you, but you manage it so well! Brenda I admire how you have been able to express your love, so far down this awful road, I would just like to hurt somebody-I dont think I will ever heal to the extent that you have. Being an “Angel mom” has to be the worst of punishments. My little one would drop whatever he was doing with me and run to meet his brother, now close to 10 years later, Eisha, who was 7 that spring and just a little over 8 when he lost his brother has only faded memories of special times with Andrew- 6 foot 5″ inches tall-acomputer whiz…He has grown up like an only child with a pathetic, sickly mother-I hate it.He mostly remembers Andrew when pictures of things they did together come out. I have a 3 1/2 year old grandson that reminds me of Andrew-husky, talkative, fun… I planted seeds with him today, it brought back so many memories of me working in the garden with my youngest and hearing the school bus bringinig Andrew home. Judy, like you, the time does not erase the memories of my son.

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Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Judy Unger with appropriate and specific direction to the original content. Unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from this blog’s author and/or owner is strictly prohibited. I still cry, so you must know I miss you soīelow are links to other stories about this song: You are my angel in the sky, like a butterfly I spoke and still could hardly get the words to come out. Jason died in 1992 – it had been so long since I’d seen him.Ī wave of emotion filled my eyes with tears and choked my voice. But at the end of my performance, it was the last line that gutted me. I performed “Angel in the Sky” and escaped into the magic of singing and playing my guitar. “So many of my songs are inspired by the child I had that never had a chance to grow up.” My first-born son Jason died when he was 5 years old and I wrote that song with him in mind. Last Tuesday night, I chose “Angel in the Sky” as my second song. But lately, I noticed a lot of improvement. I found the physical experience of singing mysterious I was never sure why some performances were better than others. I loved stepping out of my ordinary world into the enchantment of one of my songs each one was like a time machine for me.

I was able to play two songs that were videotaped and streamed on the Web. Click the blue link below to hear a guitar recording for my arrangement:Įvery other Tuesday, I looked forward to performing at Kulak’s Woodshed.

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