”If you know someone who has lost a child,
and you’re afraid to mention them
because you think you might make them sad
by reminding them that they died–
you’re not reminding them.
They didn’t forget they died.
What you’re reminding them of is that
you remembered that they lived,
and that is a great gift.”
is favorite color was red.
I see it everywhere today
~ six years ago today,
on a Saturday,
our son Matthew left without a good-bye.
Red cranberries and candles
Red Jello and Hawaiian Punch
The red and white candy cane he gave his sister in the hospital
His favorite candy – Skittles, especially the red ones
A lap quilt being made from his red Carhartt coat
The red bracelet I wore in memory of him, made by one of his brothers
His red moped, still parked in the barn
Red cardinals ~ there’s a stone one by his grave
Christmas gifts he did not receive that year . . .
A new red Bible with his name engraved on the cover, buried with him
Along with the new red soft cotton shirt he wore
The red roses that we let go as we released his shell to the ground
Red balloons floating to the heavens on his first birthday with Jesus
The Christmas tree in the corner ~ his last gift to me,
Wrapped in red ribbons and red glittering balls ~ gentle reminders
Fading red poinsettias, but not our memories of him
My beating red heart ~ healing
Gifts wrapped in red,
a reminder of the gift of red blood Jesus shed
so we may live forever in heaven
and be reunited with our loved ones.
always thankful for the 16 years we were blessed with the gift of Matthew‘s life.
Sharing with Emily at Imperfect Prose. It was an imperfect day 6 years ago, that God is making good.