I do not think I will ever come to the month of October and not remember and think about how this was the "beginning," but we did not even know at the time, just some fevers......who would have thought what lay ahead. When I remember these next four months, I think like this, October/fevers, Nov/ leg hurts, Dr. visits, Dec/ cancer diagnoses, Jan/death. Whoever thought or came up with the phrase, "time heals," must have ONLY been a by-stander of facing death, not a participant, I miss Joel more now it seems. As I see Josiah "loving life" and all that his little life embraces, I miss it everyday for Joel. To this day, I can not answer "why's, why us?" But what I seek to do each day is trust, trust the One that created Joel, trust the One that is all wise, trust the One that gives a hope that I will see my little boy again one day. In the meantime, I still cry, I still wish, I run my fingers over the things he left behind and say to myself, he really was here and he really did wear this or play with that, I love him still!!!
Today, people are scattered in all places. Caleb, Daniel, Elijah and Micah are working/framing a house. Bethany, Terry, Andrew and Anna went to the Tulsa State fair/Nubian goat show and they will not be back until Friday evening late! I am here with the 5 littles!! We are going to accomplish school today, but maybe not this morning. Maybe we'll make some "Fall Cookies" today! Working on my salsa too. Terry picked green beans again this morning!
Not much else.......
Little Boy In Time
The days are continuing on....
People are born, a little boy is gone
Time gives no thought
To the aching heart death has brought
Laughing, talking, on paths people go
Some sharing truth, sin others sow
O, please time, won't you stand still for me
But it goes on, my Joel will not come back and be
In days and years that go fleeting
A little boy they will not remember meeting
My heart wants all those here and there
Forget not a little boy, but time isn't fair
My little boy has lived his time in history
The Father's will, a mystery
They will not know my little boy lived and died
Except, a glimpse, for tears I can not hide
Maybe someday far away or near
The family in eternity will remember a little boy so dear
But now.... as I see the people in a mass
They remember not a little boy in my past
If I look in others eyes as I go
They too, have stories to be told
Goodbyes were said, and deaths they faced
But my little boy they cannot place
Comfort I must take, as others will never know
My Father knew of him, my little boy he holds!!
I Love You, Joel