Another Christmas

its been so long since I wrote here. I feel like my life has become nothing but sadness. How does one go through losing two sons. Enjoy birthdays holidays ???  Now my only son left is in jail. Why?  Drugs. His brother died in his arms. His pop pop died 4 months later. He was injured had 2 foot surgeries and became addicted to the pain pills but it turned out to be not ennui ugh to numb his pain. He was in the army national guard. He wanted to make that a career. Now because of his foot he could do the ruck marches. He's so smart. Loves history and math. He could have done anything. Any of my boys could. But those murderers destroyed my family. I know I can't keep that anger in my heart but I can't help it. Now here o am at Xmas by myself. Alone in my misery. I try n smile oh I'm ok. I fool ppl a lot. I have to. I have to move one foot ahead of each other even if it's one minute at a time. I love my boys. I can't stand not having any of them here. I can't decorate. I can't feel the holiday spirit. But I will be strong for him. My Matt bi love unconditionally as I do all my boys. Until the end of time.

Spring?

Well the winter is over (sort of) the weather keeps going up and down.  Some days it's nice some days windy and chilly.  It was Easter last weekend and I went to the the flower store to get a flower for my sons grave.  After my Joey died they didn't grow back, the flowers I had planted for Timmy.  Of course because they had to dig the grave for my oldest son.  I was thinking this on my way home, I just started to cry.  Here I am thinking how pretty this flower is and how nice it would look since no flowers will grow that I've already planted, and it's Easter when I should be buying candy, filling up Easter baskets.

When Timmy was 14 years old I didn't make any Easter baskets.  When he woke up and come downstairs he asked me where are the Easter Baskets.  So I said well I figured you guys where to old for baskets, he said mom, you're never too old for Easter Baskets, please promise me next year you will get me one.  I agreed!  So the following year in 2007, I made all 3 boys a basket.  Timmy was really happy.  He even remembered and told me thanks mom I'm glad you made us baskets, I would have been really disappointed. So here I look at this flower and think, that was my last Easter with him.  He was murdered in July 2007.  I was glad I got him that basket, glad he told me you're never too old for candy.  But it still hurts my heart knowing he is not here.  And now missing my first Easter without my Joey.  He liked to eat the dinner than eat the candy!!!!  I feel cheated.

Racial Profiling?

I am taking the idea of a "mom" friend and will be trying to post or add a pic each day as best as I can.  As my life is so complicated, maybe one day it will be a good read for my son.  Talking about my son, last night him and a friend went out to the store, (not in my area).  His friend is black.  Well they went to the store, and as they were leaving there was a police car in front of them.  The cop car pulled over.  Once my son passed this cop car, they pulled up behind him and put on their flashers!?  Why?  They weren't going fast, all lights are fine?  They just came out of the store?  So what's the problem?  Of course they made them get out of the car, they searched my car like they were drug dealers, they went thru the little trash bag I keep because I don't like to litter and throw things out the window.  The went thru the ash tray, my glove compartment, and they even checked his drink (he had just bought a "Monster"), of course they found nothing!!!!  So why were they stopped???  I have no clue, they did not tell my son why they were stopped.  I guess they felt that a white guy and a black guy can't drive in the same car unless they are drug dealers??????  Pissed me off because on top of that, the time they took searching my car, the headlights were on, all the doors open and it drained my battery so now after the cops so graciously leave, my son and his friend were stuck because the car battery went dead, plus with this cold weather doesn't help.  They had to wait over an hour for another friend to come and jump them.  Apparently my jumper cables don't work.  So thank you Mr. Policeman, instead of looking for real criminals, you wasted your time on my son and his friend whose only vice was to go get a drink at the store and all the time you searched my vehicle that is fully insured and registered legally, you blew out my battery.  Thank you for keeping me up to midnight worrying about him since I lost my other 2 sons tragically I worry all the time about him.

But that's my life and so another day begins.......................

Who is your hero?

I was listening to a song by the Foo Fighters called "Hero" and was wondering who would I consider my hero???  When I was young it was my dad, of course every young girl thinks their dad is their hero.  As I got a little older, it was my mom.  She was the strength of the whole family.  I saw it through more of a grown ups eye.  Taking care of 6 kids, 2 handicapped sons.  Life was hard on my mom.  She died when she was 58 years old a year before the birth of my oldest son Joey.  She never got to see any of my boys.  Now I wonder, are there any true heros out there????  Well, now I have to say I have 3 heros.  My 3 sons.  First, Timmy.  15 years old.  He had a hard time in school.  he hated school.  but he was a good kid.  loved football and playing video games.  Jumping on the trampoline was the best gift I ever got him.  Him and his friends did all kinds of crazy stuff on that thing.  I couldn't even watch sometimes it scared the crap out of me.  Then in July 13, 2007 he was murdered.  Anyone reading my blog would know how and when.  Shot in the back of his head.  I think often was he scared, what were his last thoughts, did he know how much I loved him.  He is one true hero to me, and I believe to many of his friends and family.  Because he was such a good person, kind heart, I always considered him an "old soul".  He had the biggest prettiest blue eyes, and a killer smile with a big dimple.  I miss that face and a laugh that would make you laugh with him, he had that addicting laugh!!  Next would be my son Joey.  My sweet first son, my true blessing as I thought I was never able to have children.  Holding him the first time was such joy.  As he grew up he was teased a lot because of his ears.  He hated his ears.  I told him as he grew his head would grow and his ears wouldn't so they'd fit just right as he got older!!!  He had a hard time with things in life, started using drugs.  Got in trouble with the law.  Facing a trial when his brother was shot down like a dog in the street.  He ID'd Timmy that night, no one was sure who it was.  They came and got Joey who would not let them wake me up.  That image burnt in his brain for the rest of his short life.  He blamed himself all the time.  He lost his friend too that night.  Damian.  Then he had to go away for a year.  He did great when he got home.  So proud of himself.  Went back to trade school.  But his friend he leant his car too got in an accident and totalled the car.  He was devestated.  He tried so hard in school but he was late all the time and it put a lot of stress on him.  Then the trial came, that was the beginning to the end.  He never got over that trial.  he would cry all the time for his brother, himself, for me and for his other brother Matt.  He had a good heart, he was crazy yes, I won't not admit that, he defended himself and his family.  He'd defend his friends to the end.  He never backed down.  But he was a good person, he had a great sense of humor, but a broken heart.  No one truly understood Joey.  No one saw the pain he had.  No one understood how lost he felt.  But he kept on trying and to the end he still tried to do the best he could do.  Only thing that keeps me from completely falling apart is thinking that God felt it was his time, he suffered too much, he is now one of God's warriors.  My third hero, is my son Matt.  He is such a smart guy.  Always did great in school.  Loves history and math.  Has a beautiful smile.  He is a good man.  Joined the National Guard which was brutal some times.  Then broke his foot in 10 places, awful ordeal.  But now losing two brothers has left him beaten, fallen, coping as best he can.  How can a 26 year old deal with this much loss and pain in their life I always wonder.  He is the main reason why I am still standing.  He is suffering terribly.  But he still tries to smile that beautiful smile.  He is trying so hard to keep it going, imagine losing two of your brothers????  Then he lost his pop-pop just not 2 months ago.  I know how hard it is for me.  Losing two sons, no mother should endure the pain of losing even one child!!!!!  I can't imagine how hard it is for him, I see how it affects him.  But he still gets up every day and does the best he can, he has troubles yes, but he shines on for me.  I love them all with all my heart. I pray that Matt and I will get through this even with broken hearts, I want him to be happy and have a good life, raise a family.  My three sons, my true heros.