Thirty Years Ago

So, Dec 15, 1985, I woke up early to find that my 2 yr old son, Michael Jorrell, had passed away during the night.  That was thirty years ago.  Today, I mourned his loss and wondered how I was ever going to get through the Christmas Concert of the Millennial Choir tonight without shedding more than a few tears.
Well, I didn't.  I shed a few tears...and it was okay.  I had so much love and support from family, friends and fellow choir members - and it was ok to cry.  I don't know why it was especially hard this year, except for the fact that we sang two of the songs that were sung at the ward choir program right after Michael died...and I was the choir director...the spirit was just especially strong this year - and I missed him..Michael.
Thirty years ago.  I can't believe it was so long ago.  And yet, not really.