Flight 220.... I still remember

He is with his Father now...
That baby I lost so many years ago...
On that flight to Miami...
I remeber it like it just happend yesterday...
I remember... Leaning my head against the airplane window...
Mourning my Fiance's death.....
as the stewardess kept asking me what she could do for me
because she saw an endless stream of tears falling from my face.

I remember staring at her blankly...
wishing I had words enough to explain what I was feeling
wishing I could scream a svream that could stop and reverse time...
wishing I could scream a scream that would make God
Give Him back to me...
I remember asking God why couldnt  I have had a stroke too
and died right with him...
I remember asking God...
Why did he think Tim needed to die at 34 years old....
and Then.... the pain began...
radiating from my pelvis to  my back...
It was a pain... that felt like the end of the world...
I remember the look of the mortified passengers
as I made my bloody way to the restroom...
as all that was left of Tim fell out of my womb...
Yeah... He is with his Father now...
As I still Mourn... on days like today....
I may not have either of them...
But at least....
They are together...
Father and child....
I loved them sooo much....
I miss them even more.
But at least....
They have each other now.