Today, this day, one year ago my sweet boy died in my arms. Theodore picked his spot in God’s playground and peacefully took it.
As I sit in the yard you never got to play in, I can feel you here. Your death gives me a glimpse of heaven, my own little slice while still here breathing, living , sorrowing, aching, sharing. The trees’ new leaves create shadows on the lawn, moving with the breeze. Its the movement of heaven, kids and grandparents and lovers and friends playing in God’s playground. These shadows of death, romping in the heavens.
My son gives me these gifts.
Thank you sweet boy, mama can’t wait to join you someday for good.