Son Death Poem

Poem From A Grieving Mother

On April 3, 2008 my only child, Tyler, hydroplaned in his car and hit another vehicle. It was storming very hard that day, so Life Flight was unable to land. It happened less than 2 miles from our home. Tyler died at 6:37 that night from multiple blunt force trauma. He had an 18 month old son of his own at this time. His name is Kainen and he is a replica of his father! I think of Tyler every minute of every day and I always will. I miss my baby boy so very much!

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I'm sorry for your loss, and I know exactly how you feel. Someone took my son's life on June 5, 2014, for five dollars. I also am tired of hearing all that stuff. I just want my son back. He...

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Here I Stand

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Published: October 2013

Here I stand the fourth year at your grave,
Still trying to accept the decision God made.
I drive myself crazy for a hint or a clue,
Of why at nineteen He had to take you.
I would have made the choice, if I'd been given one,
Today someone will die; either you or your son.
I would have stood tall and cried, "Lord! Let it be me!
He has his whole life to live and a precious baby!"
But obviously God doesn't work that way,
For whatever reason, He wanted you that day.
And now here I stand with tears in my eyes,
Every day for four years, I can't tell you goodbye.
I only say I love you and try to concentrate,
To hear your voice, to feel your touch, to see your handsome face.
And if I live to be a hundred I'll still ask Him everyday,
Why didn't He take me instead of my only child away?

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  • by Tracy Greene
  • 1 year ago

I lost my son from an overdose of fentanyl. It will be 6 months tomorrow. I miss his presence, I miss his voice, and I miss his phone calls, but most of all his absence. I wish I could bring you back. I wished life was fairer. I have so many wishes, and my last one is to come be with you when the Lord calls my name. May you rest in heaven and may you always know you're in my heart forever. Death leaves a heartache no one can heal. Love leaves a memory no one can steal. I hold onto them. I think of you every day, and I pray for you. God bless you. You'll never ever be forgotten, not even for a day. I love you to the moon and back. For all those who know someone who is struggling with drugs, please let them know there is help out there. We all share this globe, so why not share the LOVE? Sincerely, Tracy. March 4th, 2017

  • by Paula Lewis
  • 5 months ago

Tracy, I lost my son to an overdose of fentanyl as well on May 22, 2018. I'm so sorry for our pain.

  • by Leslie
  • 2 years ago

I'm sorry about your son I lost my son April 3, 2016 from a motorcycle accident. He was driving it at speed of 120 to 140 mph. He couldn't make the curve and crashed into the guard railing. His cause of death was blunt force trauma to the head and upper torso. His name was Joshua Aaron Jones and he was 28 years old when he died and then two days later I had my birthday. I don't feel like ever celebrating my birthday. It was so hard on January 8th (his birthday) with him not being here. He was my only child, so my heart goes out to you, and God bless you and your family.

  • by Abby
  • 2 years ago

Hi Leslie, I feel your pain as my son Marco was murdered on September 18, 2015. He was 24 years old. His birthday was January 8, 1991. Our pain is everlasting. It only gets worse. My family is destroyed. I wrote this because of your son's birthday. I feel this numbness inside and then I realize what they did to my beautiful son. I can't handle it. Most times I just live in numbness or else I will do the unthinkable.

  • by Patti Thyes
  • 2 years ago

My son was killed in a horrific motorcycle accident on August 30, 2013. He was run over by 4 semi-tractor trailers and 2 cars. There was almost nothing left. He was only 35. I am still so broken and don't know how to cope.

  • by Jay
  • 2 years ago

I came upon your statement about your son. I'm a parent myself. I hope that in time your grief turns to love and that you know your son is loved and not forgotten. Remember that you loved him no matter what and that while his time here was short, it was most likely a piece not everyone knows. Remember not everyone has an amazing mother. Feel proud that you did what you could and probably what most couldn't.

  • by Betty Dove, Montgomery
  • 4 years ago

I lost my handsome adult son to a house fire on June 6, 2014. Like you, I gladly would have went in his place. I am sick of platitudes like "it will get better" and it is God's Will. When does God's humanity kick in and heal my broken heart? When does God take away the guilt and the pain of being left behind to wonder? Death is final and hurtful.
The only thing that has helped me is when people tell me kind things about my son, who really had a generous and loving heart. He spread all his belongings and wealth out to everyone who passed his way that needed a helping hand.
Still, "God" took him in a horrific way. WHY?

  • by Kathy
  • 9 months ago

I'm sorry for your loss, and I know exactly how you feel. Someone took my son's life on June 5, 2014, for five dollars. I also am tired of hearing all that stuff. I just want my son back. He was only 24, and he has a daughter he will never get to see grow up. It's just not fair.

  • by Teena, Illinois
  • 3 years ago

Betty, I'm so sorry for your loss. I wish I could hold you now while you cry your tears out. Life can be so unforgiving, especially after losing a wonderful child. Just know that we live in a fallen world where there is no perfection, beauty fades, and life dies. If you possibly can, dear heart, don't focus on the tragedies here; is there any good way to die? I hope you're broken heart gets healed. If I can offer you anything, it would be this - that God is good. God works everything for the good for them who love Him. Try and find it in your heart to forgive God and understand His Master plan that He's working on it for your good. Stuff we can't see. They go back to their maker and eventually so do we. We'll see our sons again. Let that be your faith. I know what you're saying though...it hurts like hell.

  • by Mary Roberts, Va. Beach
  • 4 years ago

On May 24, 2009 my youngest son was killed in a horrific car accident. He was thrown from the vehicle and the vehicle landed on him. Randy was only 20 years old. His brother John who survived, was 21. The two were extremely close growing up. The driver was 20 and was drunk. Nearly three times the legal limit. John offered to drive the young man's car, but he said no and insisted he was fine. Randy had four siblings whose lives have been destroyed by the loss. Everyday John wishes it was him instead of Randy. His grief is unimaginable, even for me. I lost my first son in 1981 to meningococcemia at age four. Never did I think I would suffer another loss like this. I don't search for answers, just peace for our souls. My family has been completely ripped apart by this, but I do believe that God WILL bring us back together again.

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