Aw, Stinkie. Your life is not an easy one and still many a burden you will bear. Your mind is tortured, as is your gentle soul. I can see it in your eyes. I love you as my own; I always will. You called me MA. I called you Number 2 son. We opened our home, invited you in and tried to show you another way. Alas, twas not to be. Our lives diverged, each taking the path laid out by the choices we made.
How many times were you shown how “the truth shall set you free”? How often were you reminded that actions have consequences and to be sure you can live those consequences? How frequently was it explained to you how actions you take and decisions you make affect other people? How I wish you were paying attention; absorbing those lessons. So sad, you became a lost boy.
The consequence of YOUR actions on that fate-filled day is one that too many MUST live with. Tears shed. Hearts broken. Souls shaken. Lives altered. A mother left to raise a fatherless son. And no more hugs from her bright-eyed girl.
