Families & Friends of Gays & Lesbians Support Group

Went to my sons grave today and had a long conversation with him. I miss him so much and I know everything would be so different if he was here. Everything has been turned upside down and it will never be right. People try to own his memory but they can't see that nobody owns anybody else in this world and they sure as hell don't own his memory now that he is gone. He and I had moments together that nobody will ever know about, but that does not mean I own that memory. My other son writes hateful things about me and it's okay because I believe in living differently today and I choose to love my children unconditionally. I love you son, and the more pain you manifest as hatred, the more I will love you. The night before my son was murdered we spoke for the last time. My last words to him were "I love you mijo". His last words to me were "I love you too Dad". That soothes my soul and helps me to go on every day.
Posted on 08/04/09, 09:08 pm