My Guiding Light

The night my son died I looked up in the sky and there was a bright moon and one star. I told him that would always be my sign he was with me and my sign he is always in my heart. When I was at the L'Oreal Gala I looked up in the sky although it was foggy, for a brief minute the clouds cleared and there, there, was a bright moon and one star. I told the photographer and she took a photo for me. The night we released lanterns, there was the same moon and the same bright star.

I know some people may say, "Oh, that can't be," but for me it is a sign. A sign he will always be in my heart and in the words and love I give to others. I rarely hear his name from those around me. They say they worry it might upset me. What upsets me is not hearing his name. He was here, he still is here in my heart, he will always have a place in my journey.

If you are out tonight and happen to look up, say hello. Tell him his mother loves him so and always will. Tell him I believe in the light and I will always try to be the light . . . . he is guiding me with his light.