The Night I said, “Goodbye.”
By Kathy Armijo – your Mom

The night I said, “goodbye.”
All those years that you and I believed
you’d be the one to live
til you were at least a hundred.

It was you who should bury me.
but, this was not to be.
Like your brothers before you,
God’s called and guided you through.

You lived your life fully and wonderfully.
and full of glee.
It mattered not what others thought.
You loved this life into which you were brought.

What more can a Mom say.
Each day that you were ill
I prayed
for God to heal you.

I wanted Him to heal you here,
and keep you close to me.
But, I also prayed for what was best.
It was our faith He chose to test.

As you lay struggling to breathe your last breaths,
my words to you, I hope, helped ease your fears
as I spoke to you through streaming tears.
“It’s ok to go.

Your Dad and brothers are waiting for you.
And your Uncle Andrew, too.
I’ll miss you.
I love you.”

In my love for you and Him,
I let you go.
There to reside in eternal bliss,
until upon my cheek, I can once again feel your loving kiss.

You’d been dead a few months,
when in my dream I heard,
“Mom!  Mom!  I made it!”
The joy in my heart leapt.

I miss you terribly,
but in my memories you
and your brothers still live on,
even though the three of you are gone.
Until me meet again,
I ask each of you to
help me cope with my loss.

I love you DJ, Anthony Michael and William.

I miss you boys.

"Thanks" for watching over me

as only God's angels can.