National Day of Remembrance for Murder Victims

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I am now a Mother that no one wants to be. I love my children more than life itself and my world got turned upside down when my 1st born son Billy, also known as Liam, was murdered by a stranger in a random act of violence. I have 3 remaining living, breathing, amazing children, 2 sons and 1 daughter, 3 living,breathing,amazing step-sons and each and every one is special,creative,and unique! I also have 3 beautiful grandchildren! 2 Grandsons ages 7and 8 and a precious 3 year old Granddaughter! My Grandson Logan, is Billy’s only child, he is now 8 years old. As my daughter says, he is the warm piece of Billy that we get to touch. I enjoy cherishing and taking care of my husband and my family, leading a healthy lifestyle in spirit, soul and body, clean eating, CrossFit, sunshine,rest, listening to music and singing along! I will never be who I was before this happened. I am dedicated to learn what I can, embrace the pain, and share my raw, wounded, healing heart that is daily changing due to this great tragedy. My hope is touch lives in many ways,no matter how big or small, in honor and in memory of my son, Billy.He will live on through my words, the words of his Mother and the hearts of his family💗 View all posts by cmadams

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I found out this morning that today, September 25th is the National Day of Remembrance for Murder Victims.

I remember everyday. How can I not?

My Son is on my mind all the time.

I mentioned before that Billy always thought I was beautiful. As a little boy, a child, as a teenager and as grown man. He was proud of who I was, inside and out. I took for granted how special that was… I’m thankful now that I have those memories.

Billy mostly thought the best of me, even at my worst. I guess we gave each other grace to be who we were on our good days and bad.

The photographer that took this picture told me after his death that he was so kind and accommodating and quiet and soft-spoken.

I still want to make him proud by how I live my life and carry on his legacy. Even though he is supposed to carry on mine.

I am so grateful that he had a Son. I am also grateful that I get to spend time with my Grandson, helping him with big things and little things. Everyday simple things.

Logan while brushing his teeth at bedtime.

It’s sweet to watch my husband and children interact with Logan and take care of him.

Even though I’d give anything to have my Son here on this Earth, I know without a shadow of a doubt that I will see him again.

That truth enables me to press on and keep my eyes fixed on the eternal.

When God Ran I decided to share this link of me singing the song that flooded my soul the morning after my Son was murdered. It gave me such comfort.

I sang it only once today. No do over. It’s not the best key for me, but I won’t apologize for my mistakes and as I posted a few nights ago,tears are sacred.

I sang this song and changed the words in honor of Billy on this National Day of Remembrance for Murder Victims.

It’s my desire to be genuine and authentic as I share my journey to thrive,even after the worst possible thing a Mother could ever go through.

beingalive says:

September 25, 2018 at 10:41 pm

A heartfelt post
Wishing u peace🙏🏼

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1. cmadams says:
  
  September 27, 2018 at 11:41 am
  
  Thank you!
  
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