This is a repost with permission from Sabremom.
I can do nothing for you.
But I can do something for another.
You don't want me in your life.
You can't keep me from thinking about you.
I won't bother you.
But I wonder - Do you still remember me?
Do you remember hugs, long talks, jokes, tears?
I do.
I still have those, kept safe, waiting.
I get it, you wouldn't appreciate those gifts now.
You'd throw them back at me, broken.
But someday, maybe.
When you come to the end of a long, lonely road.
Littered with the debris of broken hearts,
Your own in pieces along the way.
I'll be there, waiting.
With open arms.
When all other considerations are dust.
And ashes.
Will you at long last open your arms too?
I could have written this a hundred times. You capture the hearts of us moms, and dads. It would be easier to forget and move on. But we keep waiting, hoping, praying. When no one is else is left, you will be there. Hang in there friend.
I'm so sorry. My heart aches for you. Stay strong. 🙏