I miss him

On may 29th, Lalo Lynn Navarre died at the age of 37. He was my son's best friend and one of my own. I took him in at the age of 16 and he has called me mom since. He had a heart attack that took his life. I miss him so much, the pain is never ending. I miss his smile, his laugh, the phone calls in the middle of the night just because he needed to talk. With his passing, a hole has been torn in the fabric of my life of the life of my kids and grandkids. They all loved him unconditionally as well. The hole may heal over some, but there will always be a weak link where he sewn in. To any and all of you who has lost a child, I understand. Each one deals with the pain in their own way, and I am searching for the path to healing. This just totally sucks. Lynn, I hope you are dancing in heaven, I know there has been a party going on since you arrived there. Give my grandma and yours a hug from me please. I love you.