NO!!!!!!!!!!!!

NO!

They may not touch his things - they need to stay, my family does not understand the hurt, the pain, that empty part of my soul, I am the mother of this child who is not coming back!

Leave his things alone!
LEAVE HIS THINGS ALONE ~

I remember ~

I remember his smile
Ma give me money
I remember his laughter
Ma look at my finger
I remember his whining
Ma it’s only a party
I remember his sadness
Ma help me
I remember why I loved him
~Vonna Maslanka 4-23-08 c.

You meant so much to me!

After a while you learn the difference between holding hands and falling in love.
You begin to learn that kisses don't always mean something and promises can be broken just as they are made; and sometimes goodbyes are really forever.
katie~

sorry katie - I was snooping ~ I am so proud of you! mom

The word of a passer 4 U to see.

I think about you a lot, and read this blog. I've noticed that you seem to be managing your situation so well, you have redirected your personal loss into a hopeful opportunity for many others.

I admire your strength and your resolve and your dogged determination to be a mountain of strength in the face of your unjust and inconsolable sorrow.
I so admire you.

You have shown a grace and goodness of your heart that should be an inspiration to everyone. You are a wonderful person, and a wonderful Mom.

I'll always remember how you faced this crisis with such courage and grace. You are one of a kind, my dear.

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I can't sleep!

No I am not crazy, just lonely, just tired, just thinking, not sleeping; just missing my son. I close my eyes and see him, it's scary.

It's just a feeling. It truly isn't a good feeling, in fact it really sucks to feel like this.

I still believe in myself, I just wanted to cry!
Nothing wrong with that - cry with me if you want to - it helps. Just wish it didn't have to happen at almost 3am in the morning - so if I'm crabby tomorrow you will know why!

How she cope's!

"For each minute that passes me by, seems like a second or two with a blink of an eye. Time keeps turning, but my memories stand still. When the world seems to crumble around me, I find my strength and goodwill. I keep on truckin, and keep on fighting. For it's you that taught me all of this. And through all your hardships and troubles, you deserve your peace and happiness."
Love you Jonathan.
las vegas

We can't know why~

~We can't know why some things happen ~ but we can know that love and beautiful memories outlast the pain of grief. We can know that there's a place inside the heart where love lives always... and where nothing beautiful can ever be forgotten ~

~ I am learning as I go through my own journey as a mother morning her son, that nothing beautiful in this world is really ever lost ~