Junior was killed 28 years ago yesterday. He was 14 years old. 28 years ago last Wednesday was the last time in this life I heard his voice.
But I can say that I know I will be with him again. Because of Jesus Christ, we will have a joyful reunion. This is all temporary. Because of this, I can be happy. I have a good life, a wonderful husband, and hope fills my heart.
I have treasured memories of my boys. But it doesn’t end here. We will share eternity some day. And knowing that brings me joy.
What are your Monday Memories?
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day