Wednesday, October 11, 2006

My Angel Son

The Loss of a Son to Oxycontin

When Austin was 5 yrs. old he drew me a picture of an angel! He was standing on the ground, beside a tree, under a sun. With big, beautiful angel wings. A few days later I found an antique cameo (for $1.00!) at a shop, edged in solid gold with a cherub face and wings, I swear it looked like him, with his curly, blonde hair. I put it on a gold chain and wore it. He looked up at it and said, "Mommy, don't wear that, I'm not an angel yet."

I kept it...and now I wear it. I kept his angel-boy self portrait, also. I guess in some way, we both knew that his life was to be short. He always seemed able to understand things that were unexplainable.

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