This time on day 11
I think that we need to stop and reflect on this journey hilton is taking us on.
Everyone who has read this blog, who has been effected...
Each one of use has dealt with this tragedy in a different way all emotions on the table... We have measured our own mortality, sized up our friends, realised some people are hypocrites....
other...... un expected, rise to the occasion and grip your soul and hold you.... And give you strength...
I watch to moms, love there son in two great ways.. Each mom having insecurities, yet standing together for one young boy.
Hilton is a strong boy, tough, rough, always a little pissed off, he loves to cook, and snow board... He loves his head to be rubbed,
He loves working with me...
if he could get free time , alone time with me he would take it...he loves tradition... More then anything... Christmas tree cutting, pumpkin hunting, ski and snow board show, winter snow baord trip... Dinner out with me alone,...
He loves socialising in large groups..
Showing off his vocabulary
And his ability to communicate, he has great manners...
I tell everyone this because I want you all to anticipate his return....... And what awaits you.....
Because we are not done, He and I will fight,
I will give him all my strength, alove that we receive via all the comments...
we will move beyond this, we will survive... Because that's what he and I do...
He is my buddy!
He is my son !!!
I'm stubborn , my god he is... So I can wait... and I am not going anywhere...
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