Today I’m taking care of my soul. It’s the 25th anniversary of the death of my son James, and I’m missing him.
Life has continued, and through my faith in God, I’ve even found joy once again. But in the quiet hours of the night, I still wonder what life would have been had he lived. Would he be bald? He was already losing his hair. How would he be employed? He was expert in advertisement, but fell in love with restaurant work. Whatever he chose, he would have succeeded, because that’s who he was. Always optimisic, always faithful.
So today I’m eating simply, walking a bit, reading Anne of Green Gables (it was his favorite book) and writing.
Another year, but when we have that great reunion, I’ll look back and see it was as the blink of an eye, for eternity will surround us, and every tear will be dried.
I love you forever, James.
How are you caring for your soul?
A Pocketful of Joy to Fill Your Day