I haven't talked about him at all on my blog here....but I believe it's time to start talking and writing. I posted a note to my FB about my feelings and my friends and family say to "keep talking, keep writing as it heals the heart". So from today on, I'll be writing more about Johnny Dane Taylor, my only son.
Johnny was 30 years old when he left us to be with God. He left behind 4 children, one of which my husband and I are raising. He died on August 26, 2010. See, so it's still new and looks like I'm not dealing with it very good. I think it's time for me to get professional help. I hide it very well.
I thank God for giving me the strength to carry on....as I have to so I can be the best Mommie to Brody.
On another note...Brody's biological mother is no longer in the picture.
One day soon, I will write my full story. Until now, here's a picture that my best friend from our younger years says fell right out of a cabinet that she was looking in just this morning. This is the second sign from her that assure us both, that my son, Johnny is looking down at me and wishing me the best life here on Earth.
I love you Johnny Dane Taylor. I also lost Chrissy last year...our precious dog of more than 16 years.