It's THAT time of year again. The time when our family celebrates our oldest son and youngest son's December birthdays, and the blessed birth of our Lord Jesus Christ.
It is also THAT time of year because, like so many others who have suffered the loss of someone they love, we experience emotional ups and downs, as we hope to celebrate while living with loss.
On December 8th, we remembered the day our beautiful son, Kevin, was born and we talked about the essence of who he was, which was handsome, gentle, tender, playful and lovable As a baby and little boy, he loved his Pooh bear that we gave him when he was born, and how I wish we would have kept that stuffed character; a lesson that I have learned - keep the keepsakes for we never know when they will be something of all we have left of that person.
There were many times throughout Kevin's life when he would speak about a "day when we can't be together." From the time he was a young boy, he openly talked about how he wanted to live down the street from his Dad and I (with his brothers just around the corner) and how difficult it would be for him to lose any of his family. It's still unthinkable that he was the one who left us first.
Our oldest son had a dream after Kevin died that he visited Heaven and he saw Kevin standing alone in a crowd of people asking everyone "Where's my family?" Though, that dream surely revealed the broken, concerned heart of a big brother who had protected his little brother all of his life, we all know that Kevin arrived in Heaven excited and full of joy and that he is anything but alone surrounded pure love and he is a citizen of Heaven indeed.
"My beloved son, the day came when we "can't be together anymore," and I want you to know that
I am keeping you in my heart where you will stay "forever!"
Remembering my "Pooh,"
Angie "a mother like you"