Sunday, July 12th 2012 at 5:45am my world crashed and my heart was shattered and forever broken.
My sweet son, my only child, was killed that day and 8 years later I still sometimes wake up in the middle of the night, shaking and sweating, crying and at times in disbelief.
It’s hard to fathom that it has been 8 years, 96 month,417 weeks and 70056 hours since I got to kiss, see him, hear his voice and laughter, get my hugs and hear “ I love you mom” ????
It never gets easier, missing and thinking of him is a 24/7, 365 day deal.
The grief is so raw at times, it brings me to my knees and the tears flow.
However, not all days are bad or filled with tears. There is the joy and smiles when I remember something new and when I get another sign from him that he is around.
I got used to the broken heart and learned how to deal with the anxiety attacks because I know there is a reason why I am still standing and breathing.
My advocacy against illegal immigration started the day I found out who killed my son and that it was 100% preventable. Since then I met way too many other parents who lost a child the same way. I see and feel their grief and know exactly what they are going through.
I can’t quit now and I know my son is watching proudly as I make sure his legacy continues.
As I do every year on July 12th, I released balloons to heaven, smiling and crying as they flew towards heaven. I’m sure he caught them and read my messages.
Dominic is missed by so many, a void left in many lives and he will never be forgotten ????????