I wanted a baby, and what I got was a box. Everyday I come home from work, and where my son should be, there is a box… staring at me; reminding me that my son is no longer coming. In fact, in the matter of just a few months that son has already come and he has already gone. My plans for our relati...[continue]
I am supposed to be the strong one. Mr. Big Strong U himself, reduced to puddy. The very thought of what has happened reduces my bones to plasma and I can neither stand or walk. Like Samson sans his hair, this has me too weak to fight. It has me too weak to pursue my purpose. I'm supposed to be ...[continue]
Guess who cries in public places now? Me. Mr. “never let them see you cry” himself can't keep his tear ducts from being triggered at a moment's notice. Sometimes for seemingly no reason at all, I will feel the swell of tearful mourning taking over me and all I can do to maintain my p...[continue]
A "person" becomes a "legend" because the stories about his or her life and the impact that it has on others and the world we live in far exceeds the number of days that they lived. Our son, Legend Love Buckner, will forever live on as a legend on this earth; and his impact will be f...[continue]
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