A Slice of Heaven

We spent the weekend with friends at their lake house. It was a so enjoyable to be away and we are forever grateful they shared their slice of heaven with us.

We returned to Charlotte Sunday night to face the daunting task on Monday morning of sorting through Joe's belongings we have had in storage since we moved here five years ago. Our bodies ache from the pain of unpacking his memories. I came across a box filled with everything that happened in his first year. In this box was a letter from my Grandmother passing on a ring to the sixth generation of grandsons, his cards from well wishers when he was born, his Christening shoes, the shirt Mike wore when he was born bearing his footprints, the t-shirt my mom bought for him in Paris, my first Mother's Day card and Mike's first Father's Day card. We stood under the cold overhead lights of our Public Storage unit holding each other tight and cried.

But then we uncovered his water color paintings, his pottery, his notes from school, his letters written to us and pictures of him with Tony and David. So our tears dried up since we realized he left us his slice of heaven.