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Life made us a bargain, when we first came into this world, that as surely as we live, someday we will die, as surely as we laugh, someday we will cry.

So that for all the assets that life and health and joy bring. They are balanced on earth by hate, disease and sorrow. Our sorrow is the price we pay for all the the Love and Joy we took so freely. We need not weep such bitter tears if our laughter had not been so sweet for years.

If the price I pay for loving Matt is the pain and sorrow I now have, I still think I got a bargain, to have had him for 17 years. If the only way to avoid the pain is to also avoid the pleasure of loving someone then love them with all your heart and soul and mourn their loss the same, and count your life a bargain for having loved and been loved.

God gave me a gift
seventeen years ago
A beautiful baby boy
to love and watch grow

You made my heart sing
As you grew through the years
Always there with a smile
To comfort all tears

You gave all you had
To those you held dear
Through good times and bad
You were there for your peers

A kind, loving young man
With a heart made of Gold
Now you have left me
I won't see you grow old

You hid all your sorrows
A mask you did wear
Not a care in the world
You always did swear

I think of you always
My dear loving child
My tears flow quite often
Like rivers run wild

Written by Mom
With much pain, love, and sorrow

I have a gift.
I did not want this gift.
It meant suffering and pain.
The pain came because of a love.
A love that manifested itself in a child.

The child brought his love to me
And asked for my love.
Sometimes I did not understand this.
Sometimes I did not appreciate it.
Sometimes I was to busy.
To listen quietly to this love.
But the love persisted, it was always there.

One day the child died.
The love remained.
This time the love came on other forms.
This time there were memories
There was sadness and anguish.
And unbelievable pain.

My grief is like a river.....
I have to let it flow,
But I myself determine
Just where the banks will go.
Some days the current takes me
In waves of guilt and pain
But there are always quiet pools
Where I can rest again.
I crash on rocks of anger....
My faith seems faint indeed....
but there are other swimmers
Who know that what I need
Are loving hands to hold me
When the waters are to swift
And someone kind to listen
When I just seem to drift
Grief's river is like a process
Of relinquishing the past
By swimming in Hope's channel
I'll reach the shore at last