A Week of Good-Byes

A Week of Good-Byes

Two weeks ago today I looked at my son and said, "He doesn't look good."  Eight days later he was on his journey to heaven escorted by the angels.  Seven days of saying good-bye.  Sitting by his bed day and night, tears and laughter, joy and sorrow.  How many times do we say good-bye before it feels like we've said it enough and the enormity of it sinks into our soul? 

Through tear soaked words and red stained eyes, the pain of good-bye escaped my lips over and over again, mixed with the emotions of "forever".  It seems like forever that I will see him again. 

As I write this, my nostrils are filled with the amorous scent of a room filled with flowers; the tangible evidence of a funeral.

A week of good-byes and a week of miracles all the same. 

I am living in belief.


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