My Son Brian C Whitford

My son,
My son,
I miss you.
I wish I could see you and hear all your war stories
I wouldn't add any of mine
It would be your stage 
That's how it should have been
I dont want to burden you with trying to make me feel better
I finally realized it's not about me
I am so sorry
For being so damn blind.
I again,
 Am not asking for sympathy 
Not sure I even deserve forgiveness.
​​​​​​You and I ,
Were star crossed
That's for certain,
and I 
Know without a doubt 
I will see you again
So now .......go forth and fly 
Fly as far and as high as you want
​​​​​​please do not worry about me and let my BS drag you back down
I want you to just be filled with Happiness, peace and joy
For always, my Love
Mom