Do you remember 12?
I had a crush on a boy named Walker. I hated Amy, a girl in my class. I used to fake asthma attacks to get out of gym.
I would run with my dog Brandy all around our farm property. I did the Thirty Minute Workout in the summer to an aerobics show. I hated my hair, and wished it was wavy like Farrah Fawcett's.
I loved The Love Boat, especially when they had young people on. I wanted to grow up.
My son would have been 12 today. And I'm just feeling a little blue. I'm visiting some friends right now, which is why I haven't posted in a bit. We're going home tonight. If I were home I'd post a picture, but I'm on my friend's computer, and it's only dial up at that. But I just felt like remembering his birthday.
The holes in his heart meant he never even made it to one birthday. Instead, on the day he would have turned one we had a new baby, who is now 11, and I love her very much. But I always think of my little boy on August 6, and I look forward to seeing him again.
Labels: Christopher, grief