Never again will I fear the people, places,
or things of this world that caused me
distress. I won't be afraid to travel, fly,
drive, sail away or live my life loud.
Never again will I wonder what to do
as long as I have a computer, a functioning
mind, or a canvas and paint.I will write,
paint and create in all the forms I've
discovered since my son's death. Never
again will I see my son's face, hear his
voice, or hug him close. Though I still
grieve, I am blessed with his gifts.