Lizz And Brandon Cook-Jewett
Brandon was my first boy, I had him when I
was just a girl myself and we grew up together. He made me real and I loved him.
He was always curious about angels and often asked if he could be one himself, I
told him not until he was old and wrinkly he said he had no use for being old.
He was a wonderful son not perfect to anyone but me but wonderful in a way that
only a mother understands. He has two younger brothers that he cherished and
loved well while he was here, they miss him very much. There of course is not
enough room to tell you all of that he was, I will say that he was an amazing
baby, boy, young man, man he had the most beautiful brown eyes and when I looked
into them I could see all of his possibilties and mine. I don't know if I have
explained him well he loved to write, draw, philosiphize, and make you laugh. He
was introspective and pensive these are times he would walk the beach at night
or seek out his friends and even his old mother. I miss our conversations ahh
but now I am rambling. I will end it by saying this he loved and was loved and
in the end to him and to us that is all that mattered, I know my time with him
was short and my pain is all borne of selfishness but the time I had with him
well every moment was worth it and I would do it all the same even knowing the
out come.
