So this just came in the mail – Wings, the Santa Margarita Catholic High School magazine. There it was on the last page. My sweet, handsome boy, a proud graduate of SMCHS.
As I cry, whispering over and over again, “I love you so much, Chandler…I miss you so much,” I realize I am just doing what you do when you lose your son. When you lose anyone you love.
You cry. You talk about them. You feel sad. You long for one more hug, one more conversation. You wonder if this is the day when it hits full force and you are completely undone.
And you just keep getting up, brushing your teeth, and going about your life. Your different life. The one you didn’t choose.
I’m not saying there won’t come a day when I feel like I literally cannot…do any of it. Paralyzed.
If that day comes, I will look down at the ring on my left hand. By the grace of God, carried by the love and support of friends and family, I will find the strength to move.
**My deepest sympathies to the family and friends of Cindy Bobruk. It is wonderful to know that your loved one is remembered. But it is also a punch in the gut to see it in print. It’s real.