Good Morning Mom

No mother should have to visit her child’s body here. It pains me to see his name displayed here.

No matter how many flowers we bring and how nicely they keep the grounds, it doesn’t change the fact of what this name plate represents.

I stood in the bathroom this morning and wished with all that I was that he would come bouncing in and tell me, “Good Morning Mom”, still rubbing sleep out of his eyes. He would give me a hug and ask if it’s cold outside, I would tell him his clothes were laying on his bed and then in would run Charlie. Or as I was in the kitchen making lunches, Alayna would wake up J and K, the both of them would come say hi to me and give me a hug.

We were supposed to have so many more mornings together, I’m sure even on his last day of high school, I would have still been getting those good morning hugs.

Believing that Jonathan is in the arms of Jesus is not the hard part, it’s coming to grips that he’s no longer in mine that almost kills me. 💔