I just posted my heart on facebook, might as well post it here as well...
This weekend as everyone prepares to celebrate their dads, whether still alive or now gone from this world, my dear husband, celebrates the death of our son. Three years ago, the day before Father's day, our son was taken from our arms and awoke in the arms of God. I remember that week as if it were yesterday, and yet there are so many details that are just a blur. One thing I remember, was telling someone, that someday, we would know that we were the blessed.
Well, as we prepare to face the week, as the pain in our hearts is refreshed by the celebrations that are upon us, as I read the tributes to your own fathers, I watch my husband continue to grieve. But know this, today, I know with certainty, that we are the blessed, that we are the favored, that in the great wisdom and love of our King, our son, was chosen from all the young men, to receive the favor of our King, as he dines at His table, waiting anxiously for our reunion.
The pain does not go away, I am told it never will, but today, this day, as I watch my husband face the weekend with grace, honesty, truth, and love, I know without doubt, that even that day, three years ago, God looked upon us with favor, not because our son is gone, but because we had 18 almost 19 years with a truly amazing child of God, and Brian, we were the favored to be allowed to call him son, to be asked to cherish him, like no one else on this earth could do. We were the favored to know his struggles, pains, joys and successes, to watch him take his first steps, whether in the flesh or in the spirit. We were the blessed to hold his hand, kiss his boo boo's, correct his behavior. My dearest of husbands, never forget, we are the blessed, the favored, the ones who knew first hand, the richness of God's design, the treasure of his creation, and the grace, that comforts our hearts.