I see your friends celebrating their birthdays, most of them turning 16. I see them getting gifts and drivers’ permits. I see them going to school dances and parties.
I hear people talking about the gifts from God and the way He blesses them. Miracles and the like.
And I think it is all bullshit. You died in your sleep. No warning. My perfect 13 year old boy. You told me you loved me. You walked down the hallway to bed. And I never will hear you talk to me again. All because of a f…ing condition called Myocarditis that attacks the heart for NO REASON.
I beg for signs. I want to believe I’ll see you again in Heaven. I want to believe God actually cares about me. But how can I?
You shouldn’t be dead. And that is that. It’s not fair. Nothing about it is fair.