I just can't believe it's been one year since we said goodbye.
A year since I lost my son Gary. His ashes sit in a beautiful urn on my daughter's mantle.
Now, every family occasion, every holiday, every special day, and every ordinary day is tinged
with a little sadness, and sorrow, that he is missed, he is missing, and he will not ever be with
us again, That will never change. Until we see him again one day in Glory.
Yesterday,on the first anniversary of his death, I filled this locket with some of his ashes
for his grandmother.
We didn't give her one after the funeral, because she was very against cremation.
But she saw me and both my daughters wearing these lovely lockets, and said she would like
to have one. So Amy got one for her. Both daughters were working, but wanted to present it
on the very anniversary of the day he died.
My daughter asked me to scoop out some of his ashes and fill the vial.
I didn't know what I would feel doing this, it sounded difficult, sacrosanct.
Of course I shed tears, it was an unusual and emotional experience.
But with love, somehow I did it.
Here is just one of the a family's favorite snapshots of my kids,
at Grandma's house, seated at the piano.
Thank you for giving me the strength and desire to keep going and living without my boy.
Thank you for giving me such peace, and always being there for me. For turning my heartbreak
into more love and deeper understanding. Oh, I've learned so much about what really matters.
I am so grateful that my daughters, my mother, his other grandmother, and all his aunts and
cousins, and many other family members and friends who let me know that they loved him too,
and they remember him. A mother wants to know that her child is not forgotten.
I thank you, Lord Jesus, for loving Gary too, for saving him, for taking him home,
for healing him, and for the assurance that I will be with him again one day, forever.
Thank you for my sweet memories and the wonderful years I had with my child.
I was blessed, and I know it.
Help me to continue to grow in faith and learn ways to help other parents who have lost their children.
In Jesus name, Amen
I often pray this prayer, especially nowadays.
And I cling to this image of Jesus holding my son.
I think I'll upgrade his memorial site, on the funeral home's obituary page, so I can upload more photos. I'll post the URL, when I accomplish that.
|Gary and his son, Gary III, about 2000-01|