Your second birthday in heaven / Pat Stroh (Mom)
Dear Derek:
As your second birthday approaches I can't help but cry. I miss you so very much. I thought the great sadness I experience would become lessened as time moved on. I thought that sometime I might be able to come to terms with the people/doctors who never listened to me or listened to you. I am angered by those who didn't treat you fairly and I am tortured by the recognition that those who were supposed to treat you failed.
I now find myself more hurt and pained by your loss because I am no longer in shock.
I miss all that was you; your touch your laugh your tenderness and your love. I miss our stupid fights and our rough times and would more than welcome them back if only you could be here.
A little more than a year ago just before you passed someone asked me how I could put up with you 24/7 and I answered "I don't know I just know there is a reason." There was. Beyond the ADHD PDD and what we called the "ABCDEFG" disorder there stood my son; my blond haired blue eyed boy. People have said that you are in a better place and I believe it. I believe someday we will be together again but for now it just doesn't seem to be enough.
I wish that we could be together watching you blow out 20 candles on your birthday cake; I wish that you were on your way to be a responsible adult; I wish you had a girlfriend that drove me crazy and I wish I could have that hug I treasured so much.
My dear dear son. I love you always Mom.
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