I brush the dirt away. Dirt from the farm of his years. Splattered on the stone from rain, while it sat on the patio. While we waited for the right time. Is there ever the right time? Is there ever the desire to place a stone at your son's grave? There isn't. This stone. Another gift given by the community. Etched in love by a teammate apprenticing with a Master. A teammate that knows the loss of a brother. Another life taken so soon. The analogy is not missed. We are here on this earth; ... View Post
What Kind Of A Legacy Will You Leave?
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
Laughing In The Graveyard
The boy leaves me undone. Most days are difficult. Each word is poison and I can't begin to help him. He's lost a brother. Dealt with his beloved father being so sick and he's 14. I would come unglued. He's still fragile in the faith. And he's lashing out. But sometimes there are glimpses of what is to come. The veil pulled back and the blue eyes shine. There is humor and there is a sensitivity, so like his fathers. But this growing and stretching is hard on me. So when there is a calm. I embrace it. When ... View Post
