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My son was killed in a car accident this weekend...

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I am so sad that I cannot even begin to understand. He was the best child that anyone could ever wish for. God gave him to us when my dh and I were 16 and 17. He was a light to our lives. The sunshine that filled our days. It was a awful car accident with no reason. He is still in Alaska - where he was stationed in the Army. We will be bringing home to Florida to have a military funeral. My heart hurts so bad. I love this kid more than anything in this world. Please love your kids. God's timing is not our own. Please hold them close and let them know they are the most important thing to you. School does not matter. Chores do not matter. Nothing matters more than the love you give them.


Timothy Neil Clayton II

March 5, 1989 - May 14, 2010

He was our Timmy and we love him with everything we are.


No words. I'm so sorry for your loss. :grouphug:

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Oh, girl. Please know that so many people here and IRL love you SO much and are praying for you and your family. Thank you for the reminder to let our children know how much we love them! I will be praying for all of you!


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Please tell me it will not hurt so much forever. My heart literally feels like I will die. I am trying so hard to get through, but I feel like I can't.


When I hurt over someone lost, I try to remember to be the person they thought me to be, for surely he would not want you to suffer.


This poem is my "terrible pain" poem. It is by Millay. :grouphug::grouphug::grouphug:


Time, that renews the tissues of this frame,

That built the child and hardened the soft bone,

Taught him to wail, to blink, to walk alone,

Stare, question, wonder, give the world a name,

Forget the watery darkness whence he came,

Attends no less the boy to manhood grown,

Brings him new raiment, strips him of his own:

All skins are shed at length, remorse, even shame.

Such hope is mine, if this indeed be true,

I dread no more the first white in my hair,

Or even age itself, the easy shoe,

The cane, the wrinkled hands, the special chair:

Time, doing this to me, may alter too

My anguish, into something I can bear.

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