Monday night around 10:20pm my dear, sweet,Â amazing love of my life, my teacher, my hero my son Andrew passed on. We watched as they kept giving him cpr. We had to be the ones to call it. I watched as all the lines on the monitor went away. I stayed to get as much “fuzzy goodness” as I could. But when he started to get cold & stiff I had to go because it was getting too real for me that he was really gone.
I know he is here with us because he is talking to martin a lot. but it’s not the same.
I’m going to miss his “good morning mama! how’s it going?” Or his “How’s it going pretty mama?” I’d say “Good! How’s it going w/you?” He’d say everytime “Awesome!” Or his “WHo’s the prettiest mama??”and I HAVE to say “ME!” I will never get over this EVER!
THANK YOU FOR BEING MY SON FOR 16 WONDERFUL YEARS!