Sunday, November 3, 2013

Someone Else's Son...

Someone Else's Son...
By Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

My Precious Son, Tommy... Born November 20, 1969... Died May 29, 2010

We walked toward the big box store
People were standing in a group to collect
Money to repair a church roof
My eyes were suddenly drawn to one person

Tommy!  Oh, Skip, look!
That guy looks so much like... Tommy!
My eyes followed the guy as he talked,
Moved, smiled... my heart began to hurt

I couldn't take my eyes from him
So engrossed I was ... I ran into a barrier
In front of the store

The pain in my stomach wasn't anywhere as near
As the pain in my heart as I tried
To tear my eyes away from someone else's son

Sick to my very soul, I followed Skip inside
Skip!  Did you see how much he looked like Tommy?
Did you see... he had glasses, his kind of haircut, too

Tommy, for a few moments I watched 'you' move
I watched you smile, talk
Today... in someone else's son

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Author's Note:

Grief is a terrible thing... it strikes like a rattlesnake hidden in the grass.  No matter how beautiful the day, how wonderful all is... it strikes with a vengeance... the pain can bring one to their knees.

It can't be predicted... no more than when lightening will strike something from the sky.  You can't imagine how bad it hurts to lose your only child... how bad it feels, knowing you have nothing to look forward to in later life... no son, no grandchildren.

The only protection is being strong, determined... looking forward, not backwards.  I do this every day, minute... I have to.  It's like walking a tightrope... I always have to be balanced, so... I ... don't fall. Sometimes, I fall very hard when... I least expect it.  I tell you because when it happens, I promised to.

Gloria Faye Brown Bates/aka Granny Gee

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  1. Replies
    1. I have seen so many people that look so much like my nephew that I lost count! In a way it will make one sad but then again, I think in one way I am getting another glimpse of my nephew one more time. I even went as far one time as to tell a guy he looked just like my nephew but I knew he wasn't my nephew because he was killed by a drunk driver. He said he was sorry that happened. I told him me too but he looked just like my nephew. I just try to remember my nephew would not want me sad. He would say somthing like, "Aunt Nancy don't worry about me I am with Jesus and we are having a good ole time"! I just try to keep the good memories. So I do know what it is like to see someone that looks like a loved one (but not my child) that was taken too soon. Love, Ms. Nancy

  2. I am sorry for your loss Glorida, having experienced similar tragedies as a mom, my heart goes out to you. Time does pass but the sense of loss, never! Much love to you, Penny