Instead, I saw a hawk on Spanish dagger, my little boy walked by me in his cowboy hat, I heard the jiggling of my husbands spurs and in the background I heard someone playing Tejano music. Clearly Cody came back to me in a very peaceful way and not in the sudden, grief filled explosion of the first ten years after he was gone.
He has almost been gone as long as he was alive and that also brings a certain sadness. Sometimes it feels like a hundred years ago and sometimes it feels like yesterday. I know as an old woman I will still remember his smile and all of our wonderful times together and yet it feels so good not to constantly relive the pain of the loss, but to celebrate that he was here at all.
Remembering Cody
(1973-1993)
Cody at two years old
our first trip to a mall to see Santa
Cody at eight years old
His ninth birthday
Cody at eighteen years old
His side kick Cowboy
On a rodeo trip to Montana and Wyoming
Yet this I call to mind and therefore I have hope: Because of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is your faithfullness. I say to myself, "The Lord is my portion, therefore I will wait for Him. - Lamentations 3:17
6 comments:
saying a prayer for you today..
That would be hard, prayers for you, friend! :)
A beautiful tribute... glad you were able to remeber him because of good, peaceful things in your day.
I'm sorry about your brother, but I'm glad you were able to remember him well and in light of the Lord's faithfulness.
I came here through Rachel's blog (Ranchin' Mama's Life).
(((HUGS)))
oh...i can't pretend to know how you feel. but i am so glad that you have such great memories. he's a part of you and will always be with you.
{hug}
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