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I Miss Him


Dear Donovan,

11 years ago, yesterday, you were taken from us. I can't believe all that time has gone by. I look at your sweet face everyday. You would have been 16 right now. A full blown teenager. I can't imagine that. What I do know is that you would have been an outstanding young man. In your short 5 1/2 years with us, you showed compassion and your love to everyone. Yes, even to those that hurt you. Even to the evil woman who cut short your life. Even to your father who knew what was going on. He knew you were being hurt. He did nothing. You loved everyone.

Donovan, I know you are in a much better place now but I'm selfish. I want you in my life. I wanted to know the young man you would have grown into. I wanted to see you grow up. Driver's license, prom, graduation, marriage and kids. I wanted to see all of that with you.

As much as I would love to, it doesn't give me closure to know that your father and that woman are in jail. It doesn't make the pain go away. I hope you know that she's in jail for the rest of her life. She can never hurt anyone again. Your mom has taken your sister to the safety of her home. Your father will be in jail for many many years. I know that may make you sad, you loved your father so much, but it's what's best. He will have to live with the guilt. The knowledge. The complacency. The ignorance.

I love you and miss you so much. I close my eyes and I can hear you, clear as day, saying "I lub you Rish". You were a good boy.

You would have been a great man.

Comments

Les Becker said…
Oh, Geez, Trish. I'm so sorry.
Anonymous said…
That really sucks. I'm sorry.
KariDyan said…
I'm so sorry for your loss.

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