It’s been nine years. Nine years.
I don’t think about him as much as I used to. Sometimes a whole day or two goes by when I forget that I laid my dear baby boy down to rest forever.
Then something reminds me about that time of life when I carried a baby whose death taught me more about life than there even is to know.
I heard this song on NPR the other day, and suddenly it was nine years ago and the hurt was brand new again, and I cradled it in my arms because the hurt also came with all the love, the depth, and the beauty that came from loving a baby who said his goodbye before I could say mine.
Take a minute to listen to the song. Maybe you’ll think of Angelo, but chances are that this song is about you and your own journey, your own struggles. You will look back on that time of your life, or maybe look around you right now, and realize that no matter how hard it was or is, your life would not be as rich without having gone through it.
Thank you, Baby Angelo, for teaching me to swim.
And thank you to everyone who jumped in the ocean with me.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
Kidd Valley—it’s tradition on Angelo’s birthday