July 28th My son became ill with flu/cold symptons.
I'd just got finished in court for my "access" to my kid when my old man showed up at the door and told me he was in the hospital and had been diagnosed with meningitis. Two hours later he died, doctors put him into a sleep so he could fight it but it wasn't to be. He caught the worst of the worst kinds of this illness.
It's took me a while to post about this as many of you are my faceywacey book friends and already know, but tonight I just thought I would let some of you know about this. People often say "i dont know what you're going through" for the most part you just go in to a zombie like state, then when the haze of shock wares off you start to enter a living hell.
My faith in Jesus Christ and experiences with the holy spirit have stopped me going over the edge or doing anything that turns the lights out.
The strangest thing happens, I can think about my son Dylan and be sad, but if I think of Jesus and my son then I can break down in tears, or feel comforted.
Dylan was my only son/child he lived to the age of 3 years and eleven months.
It was the greatest privilege of my life to know what we are and can be, and to feel the love for your child is an amazing experience that changes you forever. It is a gift from the Lord, I only wish Christ would not of harvested him so early.
A truly Cruel act of nature as dylan was a strong healthy boy, I didnt get to spend as much time as I would of liked with him but GOD I TRIED, the mother was too young, too short sighted to see the bigger picture with a court system wired up to backflip in to hot coals at the mothers request. I was treated like a heroine addict with numerous rape charges in court.
I havn't got much else to say other than if you have kids, if you have loved ones embrace every second of every fucking day.
This is a deal I never thought I would get in life.