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.
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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.
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| A man of many talents. |
The years we shared were full of joy, along with some heart aches.
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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| Cutting brownies |
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| Helping Grandpa out after Grandma went to Heaven |
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| 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.
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| 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. |
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| A Man who valued church & fellowship |
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| Oh, car, where art thou? |
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| BE STILL ! KNOW THAT I AM GOD ! Ps.46:10 IN CHRIST ALONE
In Christ alone, my hope is found
He is my light, my strength, my song This cornerstone, this solid ground Firm through the fiercest drought and storm What heights of love, what depths of peace When fears are stilled, when strivings cease My comforter, my all-in-all Here in the love of Christ I stand
In Christ alone who took on flesh
fullness of God of helpless babe this gift of love and righteousness Scorned by the ones he came to save 'Til on that cross, as Jesus died The wrath of God was satisfied For every sin on him was lain Here in the death of Christ,I live
There in the ground His body lay
Light of the world by darkness slain Then bursting forth in glorious day Up from the grave He rose again And as He stands in victory Sin's curse has lost its grip on me For I am His and He is mine Bought with the precious blood of Christ
No guilt in life, no fear in death
This is the power of Christ in me From life's first cry to final breath Jesus commands my destiny No power of hell, no scheme of man Can ever pluck me from His hand Till He returns or calls me home Here in the power of Christ I'll stand Till He returns or calls me home Here in the power of Christ I'll stand Here in the power of Christ I'll stand |
I have had a lot of great memories, but never imagined that anything like this would ever happen.
ReplyDeleteVivid memories of my son permeate my mind at this time of year, the two-year anniversary of a son gone to soon.
This week celebrates two years in that extra ordinary and astonishing place we call Heaven.
It has been a comfort to review all the clues he left behind of a quiet yet powerful statement of his hope and love for the Lord.
I am drawn to the passage in Luke 2:19
"But Mary treasured up all these things and pondered them in her heart." She raised her son only to release him around the same age.