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Losing Love Violently

by Souldrifter

I am a 39 year old lady, who had a child at the age of 16. He was an angel, I always knew it! He had the nurses in the nursery in love with his fuzzy blonde hair and big blue eyes, and his (as the nurses put it) "surfer's tan".

My son, Michael was the bright spot in my life, and I always knew this. We were so close in age, that as he matured into a young man we became more like best friends or brother and sister than mother and son. We told each other everything, every high, every low and were always there for each other.

Michael was a sickly child, having severe asthma, and having many close calls, but I fought like heck to keep my baby. I was a single parent until 1982 when I remarried and this wonderful, hardworking man adopted Michael and we had a wonderful life together.

He was my reason for going on when times were bad, and when I had come down with a serious life-threatening illness, I was put on a chemo drug and had had my first bad reaction with it. Fevers so high that I was shivering so bad that the bed was shaking. Michael heard me there and canceled all his plans and came in my room and laid in my bed and helped me get the bed to stop shaking and he held me, and calmed me. I will never forget that.

I never knew that someone was lurking out there in this world to steal all the love from my life. one hot Texas June evening, my husband and myself were leaving, he to a dance with his friends, and my hubby and myself to eat and pick up a video. I remember as we were all pulling away at the same time, I looked over towards Michael and I said "Have fun baby, I love you" and I gave him the peace sign, he gave me one back. I will never forget how beautiful he looked, dressed up for the dance (casual,but nice).

By the time we ate our pizza and picked up a video, we got home and I got a phone call. It was from the boy in Michael's car..he was screaming and I could not understand him, so I handed the phone to Dennis. "Mike's been shot," he says. Then the phone went blank.

We sat there for what seemed an eternity. Our neighbors were over trying to help us, calling all the hospitals, but no one had him. I had a picture I had of Michael and me hugging each other in one hand and the Bible in the other. I fell on my face to the Lord and begged him "No, not my baby.I just lost mom and dad, please Lord no!"