It will be ten (10) years in March and I still have moments when I break down and cry like a baby knowing my son is no longer here on this earth. He won’t be able to fall in love or get married and have a family.
Each time I see young men who are about the age Remy would have been if he were alive, I think of how his life could have been. He was a wonderful person who was sensitive to the world around him. He accepted Jesus as His Lord and Saviour the year before he died. Knowing he made this commitment has brought me some sense of comfort along with believing in the ressurection and the hope of seeing Remy again.
Remy loved making everybody laugh and smile. He had a natural talent to create art by drawing. Remy loved being a part of people in his surroundings. He was pure joy to have as a son for the 18 years God blessed me to be his mother.