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Comment by Theresa Sweaney on February 10, 2012 at 7:40pm

Yes Cody, please keep sending your comforts to help your broken-hearted mom give her hope to mend. 

Comment by Carin~ Cody's Mom on February 10, 2012 at 7:17pm

I was stopped by a customer while working in a store two days ago. Older man AGAIN. not the same one. He ask where he could find peanut butter and jelly and said that no one else would help him. I was a little busy with what I do for work but stopped and walked this man right to the peanut butter and jelly. He then started to tell me his wife died 3 weeks ago and she use to do all the shopping.  Her name was Elizabeth my mother who past 2 yrs ago middle name was Elizabeth. He started to cry and I felt so sorry for him. He told me his name was " Butch" I use to call Cody Butch all the time Baby Goose is what Steve had nick named him. He then started telling me about his passion for horse racing and going to Pamlico years ago just to sit and watch the horses race. My grandfather who passed when I was about Cody's age could not stay away from the race track. My family knew that's were he was at all times.  I never told him I to just lost some one very close to my heart. I did however realize Cody, my mother and grandfather all that day joined together to help me with strength.

Keep it coming Cody. Mommy is in such great pain and misses you so much.

Comment by Carin~ Cody's Mom on February 1, 2012 at 4:23pm

I have been back to see my son a few times since that day and this man who's name I don't even know has left half of his wifes flowers on my sons grave everytime he goes. I noticed the same flowers at her site. I too am working on restoring my faith and seem to be remimded everyday that we are being sent  messages we just have to look for them.

Yes Theresa I feel as though I'm at that stage now. Seems like everyone has moved one with there life and I'm still standing in the same moment at time as the day my son died. Only another mother no mater how they have lost there child chould ever understand how my heart feels. I'm learing that as well.   

Comment by Theresa Sweaney on January 31, 2012 at 4:00pm

Carin, your story really touched my heart.  What a blessing to have that happen, and what a tremendous expression of love on that man's part, to reach out to you in his own pain.  As time goes on, friends run out of things to say and feel useless or awkward and sort of withdraw (some don't), but people who have suffered great loss will continue be become as close as family to us.  My confusion and ambivalence toward God since the time of my son's death last year is starting to subside, thanks to stories like yours, where I see His hand of provision in our lives.  Thank you for sharing it with us.