You go there. You listen. You take food. You make her lunch. Hot soup, a chicken salad sandwich and an extra large fountain diet coke. Carrot cake bars. Her favorites. You know because she is your friend of 25 years.
But Hunter is not there. Sweet, beautiful, artistic, loving Hunter. Hunter with the denim blue eyes, light blond hair, pretty smile and gentle ways. You are not gone are you? It is not real. How could this be?
Hunter, we miss you so much already. How do I comfort your mom? What will make her feel better? Her faith in God? Her loving family? Her true friends? I hope you help us. I will continue to be a friend to your mom.You touched so many in your short life. We will always cherish the time we spent with you. You are so loved.
|Summer Fun. Hiking and creek stomping with friends. Hunter on far left.|