a son

my son died when he was

22, on Mother’s Day weekend 1996

military call up accident he was driving to a regiment call from one of his girl friend’s house; his girl friend’s car was lent to him ( though she knew his license was suspended – her father was a big wig New Jersey judge who thought we would sue her – we didn’t meet his expectations)

after we got his body from Fort Bragg North Carolina and returned to Nee York, the memorial service was a hot mess

departed, separted from his wife of two years she showed and so did two diamond ringed fiancés, one from Georgia, the other from Texas

they didn’t know each other

I asked them to leave as they got their early like us, his family,

adopted, abused from before birth

Joey needed a healing I couldn’t give or

get from loving

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