Monday, July 13, 2015

Just. Like. That.

It's very surreal to sign papers to release your sons body from coroner, give information for a death certificate, and then sign authorization to have him cremated. It feels so wrong.
I get to see him Wednesday morning for 30 minutes, to touch him one last time, and say goodbye before they take him away forever. Most people don't seem to understand this need. But it's something I must do to start to face the reality of this situation. Until then, his music continues to play in my home, heart, and mind. Keep playing music. It will heal me. It has to heal me.

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