John S. "Johnny" CLARKE

15 years of heart wrenching pain. My soul is so tired Johnny I hurt so so much. I miss you every second of everyday with every heart aching breath I take. I can´t wait to see you again my son. I pray everyday for it!!! I love you forevermore. I´ll see you sooner than later.

I love you forevermore I miss you every second of everyday. My soul and broken heart hurt so bad. I´d give and would do anything a million times over to trade places with you!! My soul is so tired Johnny...

You are the one my soul will always seek. Across lifetimes, through the echoes of unspoken words and the silence of a thousand sunsets, my heart recognizes you. In the chaos of this ever-changing world, you remain my constant , a lighthouse guiding me home, a gentle whisper in the storm. No distance can separate what is bound by eternity; no time can fade what is written in the stars. Some souls are meant to find each other, over and over again. We will always be together forevermore. I love...

My child, I know you rest where pain can´t stay, where tears don´t chase the light of day. Your breath is free, your heart made whole, no weight of earth upon your soul. They say you´re healed, they say you´re home, wrapped in a peace I´ve never known. They say time softens every scar they don´t know how empty here we are. Because peace didn´t follow when you flew, it stayed behind and broke me too. You found your calm beyond the sky, I stayed behind to learn how to cry. I...

I miss you so much Johnny

"I Didn´t Feel It Break" I didn´t feel it break not the way people think. It wasn´t one big shatter. It was slow. Cruel. A ripping from the inside out. I was still breathing when it happened, still standing, still moving, but something inside me was screaming so loud the world went quiet. My heart didn´t just crack it splattered. It burst under the weight of a name I still whisper every night. His name. My child. I tried to hold it together, press the pieces to my...

Johnny, it´s been almost 15 years since I held you in my weary arms, yet you remain at the center of every wild thing I love. You aren´t just the echo of my years gone by you´re the sunlight trembling through new leaves today, the hush leaning against my shoulder in the quiet field before tomorrow morning. You are kindness, caught like dew in the grass under my feet, next week and gentleness, singing low with the river as it passes over the small stones of sorrow. As...

I miss you it starts in the depths of my soul and builds like a volcano erupting into a zillion atoms looking for you everywhere in a time not a time a place not a place wishing I could find you and breathe life back into you...

I love you so much. I miss you so much. Please be with me Thursday.