Posted by: colloquiallyspeaking | October 11, 2010


Since my son was born, there seems to be a collective sigh of relief emanating from those around me.

Last night I confronted someone who was honest enough to confirm my feelings.

Let me set things straight.

My son is not a replacement son.

He is my second son, my third child.

Yes, I buried one, and yes, is still hurts.

He will never, EVER, be the balm to heal my wound.

There is a hole in my heart where my first son, my first child, stored his love, and nothing will ever fill it.

What really matters is that I am ok with that.

I want him to stay there with me always.

I want to carry his memory with me until we meet again.

Please, if you feel that I needed another son to rectify the pain in my life and to prove to you that I have truly moved on, keep it to yourself.

Right now I am happy and content with my life, with my past and with ALL of my children.

Please don’t ruin this moment for me.


  1. May you, and all of Klal Yisroel, be with your son again soon, in Eretz Yisroel!

    And yes, some people are just plain STUPID!

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