“It’s marked as deceased. No one can do anything with it.”
Those words, overheard just now, they
hurt. Sorrow welled up and
out of my throat.
I covered my face so
my husband wouldn’t hear, wouldn’t
know, because those words hadn’t hit him
The way they hit me.
Two nights ago, a phone call from Texas:
“I’m calling for Christofer J. DeFino,
About a car he just asked about online.”
“He’s gone three years now. It couldn’t have been him.”
“I’m sorry, so sorry.”
My husband said it was our boy pulling a prank, letting us know
he’s still around to do so. I feared someone using
his name,
his identity.
That’s where we are, now. Him and me,
He and I,
Us.
“It’s marked as deceased. No one can do anything with it.”
Social Security, moments ago, assured my husband on the phone.
Upstairs, writing at my computer, I broke
into silent tears. He’ll read this and
He’ll know, silent will no longer
be silent.
They’re here, on this page, screaming.
~TLD
Modesty Is For Suckers 
I love you my Terri-Lynne! We had him for only a brief time, but he lives on in us and all our children! You sure made my ey
s tear up! Must be allergies….
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This is why I keep you around. 😉
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Terri-Lynne I’m so sorry this happened. Sending you much love and millions of hugs.
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❤
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No words. Just hugs and love, always there for you when needed.
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❤ I know. XX
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Wow.
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My heart hurts for you. Love you so very much.
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Back at you, sister-mine. ❤
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That call had to be so unsettling; I’m sorry. You are in my heart and thoughts.
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❤️ thanks, love.
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Beautiful, loving, sad, my heart fills with sorrow and love at the same time for you.
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Thank you. ❤️
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