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Monday May 12,2008

A Mother's Journey

by CboysMom

I was married at 16-yrs old, was very much infatuated with my son's father at that time. I got pregnant right away and 9-mos. after my wedding I gave birth to the worlds most beautiful baby boy. He had flowing dark hair that matched his big dark brown eyes, lashes so long and nose so cute he looked like a baby doll. I felt pure love the minute I saw him.

As I grew older, my infatuation with my husband had faded and by now was replaced with tolerance. I got pregnant again and gave birth to a beautiful baby girl. She was everything I prayed for, healthy, bouncy, intelligent, beauty that can stop traffic.

I was blessed. Having my 2-kids in my life made all the unsatisfactory issues with my marriage tolerable. As long as I have my 2 angels life is good. I handled every hardship that was thrown in my path. I was confident and full of joy and good hopes for my kids whom in turn awarded me by being such good kids.

My Charlie was a very talented child. He sketched/draw before he even learned to write his name. It was amazing and people were amazed at how accurate his drawings was to the actual objects. He excelled in school, he had a singing voice that you wouldn't think he possess, he could change his voice to sound exactly like the real singer. He always did what I asked him to do. Did not date in High School because I asked him not to, although there have been lots of girls that liked him.

A year ago, he asked his steady girlfriend (Stefanie) of 4-yrs. to move into an apartment with him. He seemed so happy, everthing was in the right place for them, the future looks so bright, both still in finishing school and working as managers in the biggest movie theater in town. They both loved each other very much.

Summer 2003. Charlie & Stef took a little time off each other, Stef went with her family to visit some relatives across the country for a week, while Charlie came home to spend time with his sister Cheryl who's home for the summer from college. They had fun, got reconnected with some old friends and had little get togethers in each others homes alternating from one friends home to the other. They were happy, I was at peace and happy.

On Sunday evening at around 7:30 p.m., a friend of my daughter's called me and I can hear my little girl crying in the background. The friend said my Charlie had collapsed while playing basketball and that the paramedics are working to revive him. The friend was very nervous and almost did not make any sense to me. I asked to talk to my dauther, she verified the message and asked me to come