Someone took his flag. I know it doesn't really matter. But it was the only thing marking his grave. Someone placed it there. And I have loved it. I feel violated. I want to scream, my son has already been taken from me! Now the flag too? I am sure someone probably saw the flag and thought it was randomly placed where it was. It wasn't a malicious act. They had no idea there was a grave. I know this; but this is such a great reminder. The legacy Elijah left is so much more than the space in the graveyard. We are ... View Post
Sometimes, What We’re Given, Is Not What We Want. Can You Relate?
He cracks a joke. His eyes twinkle. He doesn't smile. He doesn't have to; his eyes always have. He participates in a discussion. He prays. My farmer is feeling better. A weight beginning to lift. Even for a moment. His walk with the Joy Thief long. He has continued to climb those walls; doing the hard work. Nothing will ever be the same. But having a piece of him back is exhilarating. I miss his handlebar mustache. A different thief at work. Radiation and Chemo stealing unknown fragments along the way. Sometimes we don't ... View Post
The Farmers Son
I began this post on June 18, 2013. 3 days after our oldest son had graduated from High School. I didn't finish it because I wanted to take pictures of my farmers hands. The Father and the Son. . . I was going to post it on Elijah's birthday; the day he left for the United States Marine Corp. Instead, I read it at his funeral. -------------------------------- I used to hold his hand while he was asleep. His hands, though small, were strong and beautiful. And they mesmerized me. This red headed child who saw the world through a different lens. His hands ... View Post
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