Cli HANDS OF TIME  The day my son died, a part of me died with him. You feel like the hands of time, like a clock.. The seconds, minutes, and hours that pass  you by, the hands keep moving and the clock keeps ticking. But you feel life passing you by. You are not living it, you are in a different world, a world you can not escape from. You can never go back to your other world, it is gone forever. It's a feeling only you, yourself can feel. No one else can come into your world, and feel what you feel. Each individual has different feelings. I do not think anyone really knows how you feel in your heart, except God.  You feel so empty, so many people say you will live your life again. I just can not imagine ever feeling happy, true happiness ever again. Enjoying  the sunshine, spring flowers, fresh air, music, just life itself. You want to see and talk to your child so bad, and you know it can never be again, in this lifetime. You will never look at life ever again the same. So as each new day approaches,  you watch the hands on the clock passing by,  and wonder if you really will survive this new world that you are trying to live in, and how long you will be a part of it.  Love Mom     xoxoxoxox  In Loving Memory of My Son "Trey" I Will Love You , Always and Forever Copyrights...March 13th, 1995 LLHC

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