July 1st and 4th

Even Quinton is aware of the first of every month. He informed us this morning of the date and was soon composing a song with his guitar about his baby sister and his big brother. His lyrics went something like this...

"I have a brother Caleb. He's not here. I have a cute little sister. Her name is Peyton. She is here...and so am I..."

I love it that he is comfortable saying these things, but if I said that it doesn't break my heart still, I would be lying. We are all missing Caleb a little extra these days. Perhaps it is the Fourth of July that makes the void so great. He loved the flag, the parade and the fireworks. I still can't understand why he is no longer here on earth, and why my family was chosen to walk this path. We will never be complete again.

Most of us have experienced death of a special person. It alters your own self. It changes who you are and how you think. It makes life forever different.

Here's a thought for all of us with holes in our hearts from loved ones we have lost: This Independence Day let's believe that all of our special angels, will be sitting together in Heaven, watching fireworks from the best seat in the house.

Leslie