Tears With a Stranger
A Summer picture at Joshua's grave |
After I had my sweet moments with Joshua I turned to leave. But then I noticed this man was still sitting next to the grave. I walked over to him and told him I was sorry for his loss. He was so kind as he thanked me. I asked who he had lost. He said this was his daughter. I told him that I was at the grave of my son. We talked for a few moments. His daughter was 25 years old, and I told him Joshua was 22 years old. And then as I realized that she had just recently passed away, my tears started to flow. I told him that she must have been beautiful.
I could feel the raw numbness and pain and shock of those first few weeks. I miss Joshua every day and have had many adjustments, and still shed many tears. But the intensity and depth of the grief and pain at the time of Joshua's death will never be forgotten as my heart broke and a part of my broken heart was taken away and replaced with a special place in my heart carries such beautiful and sweet memories of my incredible Joshua boy. I cried for this man and his family as they face this intensity of grief and pain, and I pray for them too.
At Joshua's graveside service |
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