I wish I had a new River to address.   With so many on the Planet, where is my next connection to water flowing to the sea?  I don’t know, but I’m willing to search and find it – a river that does not find my son’s body floating dead in the murky waters.  Before Owen passed, I had always thought of rivers as symbols of my life path, and those of my loved ones – nothing sticks forever, but everything makes an impact in the moment.  One of Owen’s old friends, Jordan, is staying with us lately.  His username is River.  He is precious, kind, and generous.  Just like the rivers of my pre-Owen-died world.

Song for the night:  Joni Mitchell, River (Owen never asked me to change the channel when Joni was playing.  He knew how much her music meant to my path…and his.  Songs of “joy and peace”.)



~ by Linda on November 16, 2010.

2 Responses to “River”

  1. i have been reading the story of your son for the last couple hours. i am so sorry for your pain and unfortunately i am traveling the same journey. my 20 yr old son cody was killed on oct 16, 2010. he was in a fatal car accident involving 3 cars and was the victim of 2 other drivers stupidity and those 2 men are now facing charges of criminally negligent homicide. like you i am having problems getting the full story….still waiting on a cerified copy of the accident report and coroners report. my life has been shattered and i am simply broken. i don’t know exactly what to say except thank you for keeping owens memory alive and thank you for sharing. your blog is reaching someone that is just at the end of her rope and in some strange way, knowing that there is someone out there facing and dealing with the same issues and just trying to cling to every moment frozen in the time of my memory. i hate that anyone ever has to feel this hell on earth but by sharing your heartache you are touching another mothers heart in our journeys.
    peace be with you
    shanna_codys mom

  2. I just ran across your blog and I feel so sad for you. I lost my son less than 6 months ago. He was 4 years, 3 months, and 3 days old. I ache every day, and I feel the same weight in your words.

    Peace to you.


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