by star note » Tue Mar 12, 2013 3:35 pm
I take his face in my hands. "My mother used to always tell me little poems. You know what one was? 'Dont cry because its over. Smile because it had ever been.' So in other words think of the good times. Not the fact...well....yeah...I lost more people than you. Im still being optimistic. Youre strong. I jnow youre strong. But prove it to the world. Continue on and push through it all. Do it for your son. He would probably wanted it like this." I said it in a whisper. Then I kissed him, knowing he was really hurting,