
This is a rough month for me. Forgive me for not posting my regular Scripture Sunday yesterday. I just kept forgetting until it was too late! I’ll be back with a special one next week.
Saturday will mark the 27th anniversary of Junior’s death. Most of the time these days are good. It takes a lifetime, so I’m still learning how to live without him. But June weighs heavy on me. In two weeks is the anniversary of James’s death, but I’ll write more about that then.
I remember how totally and utterly lost I felt when Junior died. It was as if I was floating in space with no anchor, no foothold. So much between us was left undone.
But, as I’ve said before, I wouldn’t have changed the experience of being his mother for the world. He taught me unconditional love and acceptance. And I know this isn’t the end. I just miss him so incredibly much! There are no words. In any language.
Junior, you know the depth of my love for you. And I look forward to that joyful reunion to come.
Who are you remembering today?
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day