Post by Marlborobarbie on Nov 21, 2018 7:21:35 GMT -7
My gramma went through these hard times her entire life. She lost her middle son Dale Alan, who my Frankie Dale is named after, when he was 7. 1954 he was climbing a tree playing hide and seek and he grabbed an electrical wire that was rubbed raw by the limb he was reaching for. She and my daddy found him hanging in the tree. I've seen pictures of him in his small casket, and his hands were black from the burns.
The last gift she received from him was for Mother's Day, and it was a hand print keepsake he made at school. She had it hanging in the hallway, and as kids, my cousins and I would walk past it and put our hand in his to see how big he was/we were to him when he died. Eventually, we passed his hand size, and it just made gramma sad, so we stopped.
Every Ground Hog Day, uncle Dale's birthday, she would break down, without fail. My heart goes out to you, Shims, and your kids for having to go through such a difficult thing as losing a child. I can't imagine the pain you all have in your hearts. We love you! Please send our love to your kids, too, as I'm sure they have hard times and heartbreak still.
Pain is only a pulse, if you just stop feeling it. -Claudio Sanchez, Coheed and Cambria