This is one of the hardest religious holidays for me. I still to this day can not attend church on Easter. I think about the promise and hope of a new beginning and quite frankly all I can see is the incredible pain my family has endured. I think about Tony and David continuing on with their lives without Joe. I think of his friends, aunts and uncles, cousins and grandparents moving on after his death. I think about Joedance and what it means to so many as we continue to remember him.
On this Sunday after Easter I remember my son, so smart and with such a quick wit, taught us to live for today. Who taught us the power of forgiveness. Who taught us how to say "I am scared but with you at my side I will be brave."
Who taught us to say "I love you and miss you" to those who are important.
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