The news that Jerry and Pearl had lost their son, Sgt. 1st class John D. Morton, in Afganistan is so very sad and brought back the memories of all the sons our family has lost over the years. John D. Morton was doing what he loved and felt that he wanted to do his part for the safety of his Country. He leaves a wife and three children who will miss him terrible. He will be terrible missed by all his family and his many friends.
I don't know of any pain that is as bad as losing a child. It is like your heart just got ripped out of you and you will never be whole again. Do we all ask why? Do we all wish we could have taken our childs place? Yes, I believe we do but that is not for us to decide. Only God can decide that.
How often I wished I could take Bobby's Muscular Dystrophy away for him. Now I have Multiple Sclerosis, do I ask why? Yes, I suppose I question the nature of things. I don't feel that I questioned God, but did I? Then to lose Stevie, who was a Marine and was in Viet Nam was more than I could stand; when I went home after his funeral, I just wished that I could die.
My Sisters, Nieces and daughter have also lost sons to Muscular Dystrophy and I know they must have felt the same pain. Jennie, Vivian, Sharon, Etta and Arlene all lost sons to Muscular Dystrophy and now Charlotte, Windfred, Jerry and Pearl have lost a son to other causes.. I have given my life to God in the last years and it is helping me to deal with it all and I know Gods Will Be Done. Maybe that is why when I dream about my boys it is about when they were small and things were happy.
May God Bless and comfort each and everyone of the Morton Family.
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