Davin, my sweet, beautiful son, I have loved you for twenty-eight years. From the moment I heard the eager beat of your heart, when I saw the shadow of the shape of you in my womb, I was changed. You gave me a name, Mommy. Holding my hand, you walked the bewildering journey beside me, through this vague paradox. What can a mother say about her beloved son so injured by the World, that his spirit could no longer endure – gravity? I pray for your soul to find peace in the resolve it seeks, that you curl in the loving arms of your father, that you feel comfort in the warmth of the glow emanating from the hearts who’ve been touched by your – brilliant light. This mother wants you to know that your life matters. Your cast is wide, extending deep into the mortal expanse. I long for your arrival in my dreams, my dear sweet boy, to hear your beautiful music as I draw you into the fold of my loving bosom and cradle your tender soul. I love you forever, Mommy.
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I’ll always remember little Davin from Freeport Little League baseball from whom I coached, along side with his dad, David. What a sweet kid, and so heartbroken to hear this news. Sincere prayers go out to his mom, brother and family.