Tamara Curry
I miss you, darling boy, every moment of every day.I know you watched as I struggled with grief and hurt at being left out of your entire "viewing," which I know you would have hated, my photograph carefully cut out of each picture in the long 'video' shown by your other side of the family. I know you were as shocked as your friends were, along with everyone that knew me when I was not mentioned once, nor your Lovey, Opa, Uncle Neill or Grandpa Bob in your almost three hour funeral. I'm sorry your obituary had all the facts wrong about you. I know you were watching sadly as the Harrisons refused to let the love of your life, Annie, come to the burial with her yellow roses for you. Sitting next to Neill was the only thing that got me through the viewing, funeral, reception and burial, where I nor anyone in my family were ever even referred to. It was as though you didn't have a Mother. I never showed emotion, I was strong and did not cry once in front of all the people during any of that nightmare. I'm sure you were sad at the pain caused by the Harrisons when they treated me like a murderer for years and to this day, because you died in my home. And all because of an old stove that self started and I knew nothing about it. I know you chose to live with me because we had such a special bond of love between us. it's been eight years and two and a half months since you've been gone but I think of you many times every single day. I am so blessed to have had you as a son. I think God gave me a gift by allowing you to overcome leukemia and remain in your sister's and my life for 14 more years. Although I acted happy around you in the hospital while your father wept and screamed at me and the doctor, I was more than devastated and don't know if I could have gone on without you. Your friends all miss your hilarious sense of humor and admire the way you tutored them through the night to pass exams in chemistry and physics. I was strong for them, James. I was as strong as I could be so it wasn't as bad as it could have been for your close friends and girlfriend. I know you were proud of me for that. It's still hard to believe I lost my best friend, both parents, my husband and son in such a few years... but I've made it this far. Hug and kiss Tim for me. I pray I will see you in my dreams.
I love you Jamesy Boy.
Mom