I was not ready to say goodbye. I still had much to say to my only son. I wanted my words to be meaningful.
I could no longer call and ask him for advice. I would no longer hear his manly voice again. I would never be able to gaze into his piercing blue eyes again.
One Proud Homeowner |
I will always think of my son. It is a continuous loss that unfolds over the course of a lifetime, every missed birthday, holiday, milestone, weddings... the ripple effect last forever.
A man of many talents. |
The years we shared were full of joy, along with some heart aches.
The memories we've made will go on and on. So now that he is gone how can I forget? It's been two years.
In those moments when memories return and sadness resurfaces, I anchor my heart and hope in the assurance that I will see him again in that extra ordinary and astonishing place we call Heaven.
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Helping Grandpa out after Grandma went to Heaven |
July 26, 2014 Memorial Celebration |
As moments pass and memories linger,
I often wonder if he knew how close he was to moving to that extra ordinary and astonishing place and the details of those last few moments or did it catch him by surprise as it did us.
He honored me one Mother's Day with this boquet |
Is saying "good bye" really final?
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He walked on ahead of us, an example of a man who walked with God. |
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Ice & Snow Could not keep him from church or ministering to his grandpa down in Auburn. |
A Man who valued church & fellowship |
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Oh, car, where art thou? |