I have always enjoyed writing but never took it very serious, that is until July 23rd, 2008
Prologue of Tragic Love
July 23, 2008
I’m lost,” I said. “Where are you, I will find you, just stay put,” my
husband calmly said from his cell phone. I was almost frantic now.
I realized that I had never been to my son and his girlfriend’s new
apartment. How many times since they had moved out had Tim asked
me to come see their new place, and how many times did I respond by
saying, “I’ll come over one of these days.” Now it was too late! The man
on the phone said my son had shot himself. Surely this was a sick joke,
a mistake of some kind because my son was not dead. Yet, deep down
I knew something awful had happened.
I called my husband back on his cell phone to tell him where I was.
“Where is Tim,” I asked? He didn’t say anything, but not realizing that
I was still holding on the line, I heard him ask the coroner “is he gone?”
“Yes, the coroner said, your son is dead.”