First off I don't know if I am doing this right. so I apologize. I am here looking to find honestly I am not even sure. I guess I will start off right from the beginning. I have a son who just turned 6 this passed September who is my world and so verthiy bright. Now for the past year I have had to watch him be angry, sad, happy and all the above. We lost his father to a sudden heart attack. They were best friends. His father was my best friend. It was so shocking words can not explain. He was 24. I took his father to doctors numerous times because he would have stomach issues. They would come out of the blue. We would all be having a fantastic day and all of a sudden he would be down, saying sharp pains in his stomach. This went on I would say for almost two years. All we would get from doctors was a flu. The last time I took him in I was angry feeling like they wouldn't even look. I had mentioned I never heard of someone having the flu so often with such symptoms. It would go on for weeks and he would lose so much weight. every time though it would just go away instantly. Like nothing happened. He was so strong and would still go to work or still help me with our son . Like I said he was my best friend, we had are hard times though that's where I think I become so angry right now . Not because of our hard times. But that we got through it all before he had passed. ( sorry if all over the place but I feel I need to explain everything) We were a young couple with a child and there were a lot of up and downs . As we grew older we started to become a team. Which I prayed for all the time. We found a church and were going every Sunday . Let me tell you was the best thing for our family. I felt like we finally got it! We were a whole as a family with Christ. We weren't arguing we were each others rock. I couldn't of been an happier. Then all of a sudden he got sick again just in seconds . We were just having a conversation with my grandparents about how we need to find a doctor who will just start test and look just to give us a peace of mind, well that night it was just another night of him being sick. We helped him get a bath started and my son and I slept in the living room. I checked on him one more time before I laid down for the night . I asked if he needed anything . This is what his last words were to me. " just pray for my tummy to feel better , love you" I replied " I will, love you too" And I did I prayed for his tummy to feel better I didn't like seeing him in pain. The next morning we woke up and it was church. I already thought to myself he will probably stay home from being sick all night, so I snuck in the bedroom to get my stuff to get ready. We were ready to leave and I thought oh he will know we went to church we should leave him be , then I thought no I will have my son go in and give him a kiss and say bye . Well again I changed my mind and I went in, ..... I put my knee on the bed to lean over and touched his shoulder and looked at him. I instantly knew something was wrong. As details go on I hear "mama " and at the door is our son and his face I will never forget .. I knew my son already knew . our world just stopped.
I know we don't always get answers I know things happen for a reason I know god has plans for us I know I don't have control but yes there is a but ... I cant wrap around my head why still I feel like I cant keep putting on a smile and strong for myself and my son, we went through so much as a family and finally came to peace I call it and then he was taken away. Now I have to watch my son hurt and be in fear. I tell him we need to trust god and I tell myself that , But as a mother I feel like part of me I cant do my job. what do I say when my six year old says mama I hope me and you go to heaven at the same time so we don't have to miss each other. There is no sugar coating for a child in this. I just feel like we get going on wih our lives and be strong and boom were both back down again, I know its day by day but I just don't know what to do anymore.....
I know we don't always get answers I know things happen for a reason I know god has plans for us I know I don't have control but yes there is a but ... I cant wrap around my head why still I feel like I cant keep putting on a smile and strong for myself and my son, we went through so much as a family and finally came to peace I call it and then he was taken away. Now I have to watch my son hurt and be in fear. I tell him we need to trust god and I tell myself that , But as a mother I feel like part of me I cant do my job. what do I say when my six year old says mama I hope me and you go to heaven at the same time so we don't have to miss each other. There is no sugar coating for a child in this. I just feel like we get going on wih our lives and be strong and boom were both back down again, I know its day by day but I just don't know what to do anymore.....