The Move

It's been a rough week. Everywhere I turn while packing I find a reminder of my baby, James Johnson. I've cried, had an anxiety attack, laughed and prayed during this difficult task. I've found his Baseball hats and uniform shirts...karate belt...drawings and notes...old photos that I'd forgotten...but most of all I've found the pain of losing a child is the most horrible thing that can happen to a parent. Tell your children often that you love them and kiss them even if they don't like it. I can't wait until this move is all over but I know it won't end the pain.