The Cord
We are connected, my child and I
by an invisible cord, not seen by the eye
It's not like the cord that connects us til birth
this cord can't be seen by any one earth
This cord does its work right from the start
it binds us together attached by my heart
I know that it's there, though no one can see
the invisible cord from my child to me
The strength of this cord is hard to describe
it can't be destroyed, it can't be denied
It’s stronger than any cord man can create
it withstands the tests, can hold any weight
And though you are gone, though your not here with me
the cord is still there, but no one can see
It pulls at my heart, I am bruised, I am sore
But this cord is my lifeline as never before
I am thankful that God connects us this way
a parent and child, death can't take this away

Dear Christopher: I just wanted to write and share with you again the day you were born. It was on Tuesday, June 7, 1983, that I went to the doctor's and was told to go home and pack my bag and check in to Fairfax Hospital. It was a tough delivery and you finally arrived at 8:04 p.m. This is the day my world began when our eyes met for the first time. Your grandparents couldn't wait to see you. Mammo and Bap-bap couldn't wait to hold you and then Momma Pat had to hold you and everyone fell in love with you. You have been such a joy from the day you were born, growing up and becoming the man you were. I will cherish our camping trips; hikes in the mountains; your first trip to the beach; all your birthdays; your favorite color; movie; cars; and food - the list could go on. When Momma Pat encouraged you to move in with her at the beach and attend college my heart was torn when you moved out. But I knew you would leave me one day and I had to be strong. A mother never wants to see their child grow up and leave the nest but we must because we know that you will make your own life and hopefully meet the woman you will marry and have children with. Oh how I wish you had the chance to marry and have a child of your own. It makes me so angry that GOD took you at such a young age. I will never understand why. So my love, please be patient, I will be looking into your eyes again the same way we did on June 7th, 1983. With all my love, Mommy.