Saturday, February 18, 2006

Eugene (15/365)

Eugene: He was five with freckles, wavy red hair, gorgeous smile and a personality so lovable I hugged him everyday. On Mother's Day he was on the sidewalk playing with Greg when the motorcycle came flying around the corner ending his short sweet life.

5 comments:

GreenishLady said...

This is so touching and sad. I can see him. Bless.

jane said...

oh otter. oh.

brain bubbles said...

I couldn't bear reading this, but sometimes life doesn't offer us the option to just look away- and besides, it wouldn't be fair ti simply sneak off without at least saying that my heart aches with this, and thank you for being brave enough to put the words out there. I doubt I'll ever have another Mother's Day without saying a silent thank you -- to you -- for reminding me not to take any moment at all for granted. Thank you, and again, my heart aches for your loss.

It's impossible to do these snapshots of the people in our lives without also acknowledging that sometimes we have to simply hold on to the memory of them. Every word helps.

Cedar said...

So sad.

Bridgett said...

Oh, God, I can't even envisioning trying to put this into words--43 words or however many words. Took my breath away, and i've been reading your words for months now.