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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💗
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I ran into someone I haven’t seen in over a year. It was awkward.
It doesn’t have to be awkward.
Unless youre a total stranger to me (or haven’t been reading my blog) you know that my son was murdered.
News travels fast and bad news travels faster.
I can give you some pointers of what to say, and what not to say.
If you know me and haven’t seen me since my son died, it would be very kind and not the least bit awkward for me if you were to say ” it’s been awhile since I’ve seen you, I heard about the loss of your son, I’m very sorry.”
If you know his name, say it.
Those 5-10 seconds may be awkward for you, but for me, they are life giving.
You remember that I have a son who is not on this earth anymore. You took the time to acknowledge him and say his name.
I promise I won’t cry but just in case I was already having a hard day and a few strays trickle down, it’s okay.
They must have needded to fall.
That’s not awkward.
Tears are normal
Thank you for remembering my son.