by Marcia Moore / Marcia K. Moore Copyright 2008

A year ago tomorrow I made the decision to end your suffering.

It was just the beginning of mine.

You were such a bright light in my life.

My little boy.

My buddy.

No one could make me laugh like you.

You still bring a smile to my face.

And a tear to my eye.

Thinking of you makes my heart ache with love.

We tried so hard to make you well.

It just wasn’t meant to be, I guess.

The guilt is unbearable sometimes.

“Mama’s Good Boy.”

I think of you and miss you every day.

Life goes on.

So does the heartache.

My sweet, sweet Isaac.

We sure loved each other, didn’t we?


Marcia Moore