The death of my son, my baby, caused me to realize that Life is a privilege and also that tomorrow is not promised to anyone. I love you son. You will be missed in more ways than anyone will ever know.
There is so much I can say about Darko, but that would take me so long. The main thing I have to say is that I spent so much time with him, taught him what I could and got him to his age. The time I spent with him will always be in my heart and memories, though it won’t ever help with the times we spent in person with each other. I miss him so much that I still think of him here out in the backyard, working on something, or just helping me around the house.
Tears forever flow each and every day. I will continue on his memory until the day I no longer can.
If you had the good fortune of knowing Darko on this earth, you will never forget him. He had the biggest, brownest eyes you’ve ever seen. He possessed the best laugh you’ve ever heard. He was articulate and quick-witted. He was never at a loss for a “comeback” in any situation. He never backed down if he believed he was right and was not afraid to say what he felt or believed in to anyone (whether or not you wanted to hear it).
When a child loses a parent, they are called an orphan. When a husband or wife loses a spouse they are called a widow or widower. But there is no word for a parent that loses a child for there are no words to describe the pain, grief and agony that they feel for the rest of their lives.
