It’s Christmas Eve tonight. One year ago, this very moment, I was tucking my son into bed and preparing to wrap his presents for his first Christmas. Looking back, I am glad that I was unaware of how bad things would get. I was able to celebrate my son’s first Christmas like he would have so many more. It was my son’s first Christmas, but it was also his last.
I didn’t go shopping this year and I haven’t been able to listen to Christmas music. Nothing seems to matter without Prince. I have been smiling to make others happy and going through the motions, but truth be told – I wish this holiday would just pass this year. It’s just another day that I have to wake up without my baby boy.
I woke up this morning and my first thought was how I needed to go get Prince. Then, I remembered that he was gone. Even though its been nine weeks since he passed away, I still wake up sometimes and its like he is dying all over again.
My belief in God might be what’s keeping me from completely falling apart. While so many people have tried to comfort me by saying that Prince is in a better place, this doesn’t seem to give me peace. A better place for Prince would be here on earth where he would be allowed to live out his life. Instead, he was never given that chance that he deserved. So while he is not here suffering along side his grieving Mama, I am not so sure that he is in a better situation than he would be had he been allowed to live.
So right now as the police, the judge, the lawyers, the prosecutors, and the medical examiner all sit down with their families and prepare to spend the holiday full of joy and happiness, I remember the one Christmas my son was allowed to have. I think about how this Christmas I will be visiting his grave instead of watching his face light up with joy while opening presents. It’s this time of year when people take a vacation from things like death, duty, and “solving murders”. Instead, they hug their children extra tight and thank God they aren’t me tonight.
I am surrounded by what feels like thousands of people, but tonight – I am completely all alone. I am left with the thoughts of my dead son. The child I was not allowed (by law) to protect. I was a mother interrupted and my son was living on borrowed time.
Though my son was a shining star in my life, these past three years have been full of pain. I grieve my son, but I have been grieving the loss of happiness, innocence, and justice since the day I left the devil. I took my newborn son out of what I knew to be a life threatening situation and the courts send him right back. I was not allowed to be his mother.
I sit here tonight remembering my son and thinking about all the things I wish he could have done – the places he could have seen – and the milestones he should have met. I wonder when it will be that I am aloud to live my life and leave this monster in the shadows where he belongs.
So tonight, I don’t feel thankful for much in the face of this terrible loss. I do, however, thank God for the fire burning rage I have inside of me. It is this rage that keeps me fighting for Justice. While I know that all of those who had a hand in killing my son will one day have to answer to God for their sins, I am certain that God left me behind to make sure that these same people don’t get away with these same sins here on earth. Bottom line – there is nothing scarier to a public servant who has done wrong than a mother scorned. There is nothing scarier to a psychopath than a woman who is not afraid to shine a light on what he really is.