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Monday, November 22, 2010

Yellow Mellow Monday, My thoughts.



http://mellowyellowmonday.blogspot.com/
Having a dead child. Written by Ann Chin
Your bags are packed.
Your tickets are ready.
You are going to Cannes to be among all the glitz and glamour of celebrity world.
You have to skimp and save for this trip.
Your anticipation is great.
You board the plane,
You get served Champagne by a beautiful air stewardess.
You are tired, you have a shut eye.
You open your eyes,
You see everyone running away.
You know the plane has crashed,
You smell the smoke,
You hear the explosion.
You hear them say, “Go! Go! Go! The plane has landed in Timbuktu or is it Kalamazoo.”
You are alone,
Your legs are wedged.
You go girl, or you will be left alone.

This sums my story when my son died twenty one years ago today, on November 22 1989. Everybody has gone to leave you alone to swim or sink. It took me a long time to swim, I have survived and moved on. Twenty one year's birthday is a special day, he is celebrating his birthday in Heaven.

14 comments:

Ginny said...

Oh, I am so sorry this will be a very sad day for you. The cheerful yellow plane has a very sorrowful tale to go with it. God has arranged a never ending party for your son, the celebration will never stop now.

Pat @ Mille Fiori Favoriti said...

I am so sorry to hear this, Ann. It must be a very sad anniversary fir you. {{ Big Hugs}}

JM said...

I am so sorry, Ann... I understand this is a very sad day for you.

Marydon said...

TY for your visit, Ann. My angel 3 yr. old son never leaves our hearts ... the pain is tucked away for us to share with ourselves, God & memories.

The hole in the heart & family is bigger than life & never mends. Our son has been many years more than yours ... it is as rich & alive as if yesterday & moreso on the anniversary as he went to sit at the feet of Jesus.

Know that I ask God to help you thru today & every day ... I share your loss. Tears fill my eyes for you ...

Prayers & hugs, my friend
TTFN ~ Marydon

Mildred said...

Hi Ann, My thoughts and prayers are with you today especially. May you feel the love of your blog friends from all over.

Karen said...

May you be comforted by your blog friends. Thank you for sharing thoughts and feelings from your journey. My son died almost 15 years ago. It helps me to write about him.

Oakland Daily Photo said...

I don't know what to say except how sorry I am at the lost of your son. Your poem is painful and touching to read. Probably only a fraction of the complexity of feeling you carry each day.

Betsy from Tennessee said...

Oh Ann, I know that it must be a very sad day for you... Even after all of those years, the pain is still there. We mothers are not supposed to lose our children... It's so hard I'm sure. I haven't lost a child --but I can imagine how you must feel.

The good news is that your son with with God --in a much better place than here on earth...

May God Bless You, Ann.
Hugs,
Betsy

Windsmoke. said...

Your poem is coming from the heart that's what matters. I'm so sorry it's a sad day for you. That yellow aeroplane is not a aeroplane at all but a giant banana with wings and a tail.

sweetmemoirs said...

i am so sorry for your lost Ann... i am speechless... i lost my dad from a car accident but i think it's far more excruciating to lose a son from a plane crash. :(

btw, they are angels now watching over us. we shouldn't be sad anymore...

Reader Wil said...

I am so sorry, Ann.I didn'trealise that you too had to mourn a lost loved one in November. I know you told me once about your son. And also that your faith comforted you. Lots of love, Ann.

lina@women's perspectives said...

Ann, I'm sure he's happy now in heaven...

Kay L. Davies said...

Oh, Ann, I'm so sorry. I'm late commenting, and this took me by surprise. I can only imagine how dreadful it must have been, and still is, for you.
Warmest thoughts always,
Kay

Linnea said...

Your words are so moving and meaningful. I'm so sorry for your loss. I had no idea. It's the unimaginable. Thank you for sharing your thoughts.