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TODAY------- I CELEBRATE Well, today, I celebrate. And I cry. Today my , Brent, would have been 23 years old. If he hadn't died in the car accident when he was nine. A lot of people think, "What---you're still missing the after 13 and a half years?! Get over it!" I've come a long way, actually. I hardly ever cry about it any more. Well, not usually more than once or twice a month, anyway. I think of a Matlock episode I saw a long, long time ago... Matlock was talking to an old friend, and said there wasn't a day went by that he didn't think of his wife and miss her,even though she had been dead for 25 years. When I first saw that episode(not counting reruns), I thought the writers were pushing it just a little.Surely people weren't THAT bonded? Whoever heard of such a thing?? Well, I'm not quite a Matlock. I have gone a day or two without thinking of my . But I probably think of him an average of 6 days a week. He was a great , what can I say? I look at the roses, and I see him pausing, drawing one gently to his face. I look at beautiful old houses, I hear him say, "Pick out what kind of house you want, Mom, because when I grow up, I'm going to buy it for you." I see a dentist's sign, and I remember how he sat through my four wisdom teeth being pulled, watching, because he wanted to become a dentist so he could take care of me when I got old. I see someone with pretty eyes, and I think of his eyelashes that were so dark, thick, and long that my mom used to call them fans. I look out at a sunny day, and remember how the love he spread around to everyone lit up each room he walked into. And I'm jealous. I admit it. I'm jealous. Of Heaven. That they get to have my boy with them there. 
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Yes stay at peace, you deserve to think of your son.He was precious to you. Don't let ANYONE tell you to stop. May GOD's arms around you today, and whisper beautiful comforting words to you
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6/14/2008 2:54 pm |
When I was 8 years old I lost an aunt who was very dear to me. I still often think of her. When my father passed away, a friend offered me this thought: "When someone dies, you never get over it, you simply learn to live with the pain." That helped me when my mother passed away several years later. How many times I have wanted to "phone home" with the good news of some event in my life, only to remember their phone number has been disconnected. I haven't lost a child, so I can't tell you that I know what it's like, but I do know I cherish the memories of the family members I have lost. I pray God warms your heart with those memories. God bless you, Gary Eph 2:10 We are his workmanship (poiema, or poem, or work of art) created in Christ Jesus. God is an artist and you are His masterpiece!
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Thank you! I made it through another birthday! Thank you for the prayers.
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As with our Lord who forgets not every tear, counts every hair and knows the intents of every heart; let us not forget our loved ones in our lives. We know not what tomorrows bring so cherish every moment that when we do depart the memories would lift up our hearts in Praise for God's Gifts of Love in our lives. I pray that God touches your heart with the warmth of His love in knowing that you may go to him in Heaven. Amen!
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i have never lost a child, although i have came close trice two of those times with one childso it is hard for me to imagine my heart and my love goes out to you..GOD BLESS YOU ROMANS 8:18-19
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5/21/2008 4:22 am |
i have never lost a child, although i have came close trice two of those times with one childso it is hard for me to imagine my heart and my love goes out to you..GOD BLESS YOU ROMANS 8:18-19 Choose life,So that both you and your seed may live
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5/21/2008 4:13 am |
As with our Lord who forgets not every tear, counts every hair and knows the intents of every heart; let us not forget our loved ones in our lives. We know not what tomorrows bring so cherish every moment that when we do depart the memories would lift up our hearts in Praise for God's Gifts of Love in our lives. I pray that God touches your heart with the warmth of His love in knowing that you may go to him in Heaven. Amen!
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