Poem -
Merry Christmas, Mom - Part 2
If people ask me if my Christmas will be merry,
My answer to them will be "Not very."
The last Christmas when you were still alive was back in 2012.
My brother and I no longer have you and it's hard on ourselves.
I would give anything if I could spend another Christmas with you.
I know that you'd also love to spend another Christmas with me too.
My life would never be the same on the day when you were dead and buried.
I wish you a Merry Christmas, Mom but sadly, my Christmas won't be merry.
[Dedicated to Agnes Johnson (1948-2013) who passed away on March 6, 2013.]
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I am so sorry. Your Mother had to go before you 'cause she knew she couldn't have you go before her. There's a plan being set up in your honor. I know it's not easy. But, she wouldn't have it any other way. My Mother had to bury one of us first, her first born son. The family lost her love on that day. She was so consumed with grief. I asked her if she would have preferred me instead of him. Would that her love.