HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SON

Today is your birthday, son.

I know.  I know.  Your days are no longer numbered.  Your days are eternal now.  You don't have to concern yourself with aging any longer.  I know.

But my heart will never let go of this day, my son.  It was one of pain and joy thirty-six years ago when I gave birth to you.  And just as pain and joy merged 36 years ago and gifted me with thirty-three years of your presence, this day will always remind me of that time.  It just will.

When I made this blanket of flowers, I knew your girls would love it.  They haven't seen it yet, but after all, there is purple roses all through it.  Some folks see no sense in placing flowers at a grave.  A waste of money.  I use to think that, too, remember?  I don't anymore.  Today I know the need to place flowers.  It's not for you, but me and the girls.  They remind me of life...not death.  They bring the color of your life into my mind.  The joy, the laughter, the goofy things you did.

And the girls think of you all the time, son.  They haven't forgotten.  They left you something last week when their mom brought them by to see you.  I smiled with joy when I saw it.  A beautiful purple sequined purse!  It's at the foot of the backside of your headstone.  Is that not a hoot?!  Such love they have that makes them want to give.  You instilled that in them, son.  The joy they give keeps running like the energizer bunny--it goes on an on.

Thank you, son, for teaching them to love~~and especially to love me.  I know if you were here that you'd be so proud.  So very, very proud.  And they'd be singing Happy Birtday and doing their birthday cheers for you.  And you'd be smiling your familiar gorgeous smile.  They do remember the good times and they do love you bunches and bunches.  And so do I.  Love, Mom

By the way, I saw that Chacon dropped by and left a part of his gold Mizpah for you.  He hung it on the cross.  I moved it because I was afraid someone might steal it.  But it is still there, near you.  Tell Jesus and Paul hello for me.  good nite my son, good nite.

   

Comments

[Rose]

(((Hugs))) to you, dear Selah. What a beautiful tribute to your son. I cannot imagine how hard this must be for you and Chad's little daughters. As I sit here and talk to my own son, my heart grieves for you. As I have shared with you before, you have helped me appreciate my son and loved ones so much more than I thought I did. There's so much pettiness in this world, if we could only learn from the heartache of others, I think we'd love more and nit pick less. I believe the Lord would be much more glorified if we lived a more loving, sacrificial life.

Thank you, again, dear Selah, for sharing your heart openly with us. The Lord has blessed with you with much wisdom, and though I know it's hard for you to share your personal struggles, you do so to glorify God and help those of us who take too much for granted. May God bless you today with peace, comfort, and the joy of knowing you'll be with Chad in glory someday.

Love to you,
Rose

[selahV]

Thanks so much for stopping by to celebrate my love for my son, dear Rose. He was such a joy. I miss our long talks. I miss his strong-armed hugs. But the memories bring a balm of peace to my soul. Thank you for letting me share him with you. selahV