To My Sisters

My sisters chose to not come to my son's memorial service. One still hasn't called me...the other was full of hurtful excuses. This is how I feel, and although another month has passed, my feelings have not changed.

To my sisters

I wanted to address you two the best way I knew how.
But I don’t know much of anything since he left us (a month…) Wow!

Each of us carries the burden of having chosen to end a life.
What you don’t know is that Joe and I made that decision twice.
So when the ultrasound showed our son was no longer alive
Your sister and her husband had a piece of them die.

The depth of emotions that we have gone through
To this world are certainly not new;
But to us it’s raw and we really needed a family to come home to.
Instead, we found that the death of our son was a Scussel taboo.
(John and Trish called while their tragedy they went through).

I don’t know why you wouldn’t bother coming to my side.
But truthfully, I no longer care;
You made your decisions that day, and in those beds you’ll lie.
I don’t have the energy to try and rectify.

You see, dear sisters, in the last three years, I have had to change so much.
Helping Mom was one of the blessings God bestowed to me;
Being Marshall’s mother was the biggest there could be.

You chose to see Mom but denied praying for my son…
The damage is done.

You have both forgotten that as much as Mom loved us,
She loved our kids threefold;
So she’d feel the pain of losing Marshall as deep as my family does.

I don’t know if I’ll ever come around but the fact is I have three girls
Who frankly think their aunts hung the stars in the world.
They really think their cousins are the reason God made family;
I can’t deny them the people with whom they really want to be.

But be forewarned: They speak of him whom you choose to ignore
And their love for him you will feel the moment you walk through the door.
Let Dad know if and when my children you can see,
So I can arrange for someplace for Marshall and I to be.