I can’t imagine brushing past the pictures in my hallway, and not noticing his huge, piercing blue eyes that looked through the windows of souls. His smile speaks love, his eyes engage, and every part of who he was will always remain in every fiber of my remembrance of Mikey. I honestly can’t believe he is not here. It’s hard to have someone here one moment and gone the next. His art clothes the hallways and walls of our home. Every line, every color, every expression is a reflection of who he was. Big, life-size portraits of Mikey still remain in the back room. My heart, to this point, could not take that much loss. It would feel like he was here, but he is not. One day I will see him again in perfect form. Something inside of me sees him looking down from heaven and cheering me on. I’m so grateful for the relationship I had with my son. It was so special and it is so hard to not hold him or talk to him. But in my own special way…I do talk to him. Mikey and the love he showed is now written on the canvas of my life. I’m thankful for the twenty years I had with this precious human being. The pictures and his art on my hallway walls will forever remind me of the person he was and my hope is to never let the legacy of his love die.
My thought to ponder: The smallest memories about the person I’ve lost are important to acknowledge. These memories can bring a sense of pain and joy. It’s up to me how I use these emotions to keep his legacy of love alive.
Apply To my life: Galatians 5:22 & 23 “But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law.”