It was ten years ago today, the truck accident that took my 22 year old brother’s life, and the emotions came rushing. A Facebook status from my sister this evening opened the floodgates that daily busyness had been holding back.
Our children had gone to bed, except for the 4 year old left singing a silly tune behind the closed bathroom door. When she came out, she noticed the tissue to my nose, but not the tears in my eyes.
“Bloody nose, Mom?”
“Oh. Just boogers, then?”
That child! Those children… and the one coming! Unfathomable gifts, all given by a God who knows our desires even more than we do. After three years of infertility, our first child was conceived right around what would have been Brett’s 23rd birthday, and was born just shy of the one year anniversary of his death. We needed that.
Now to Him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine…
This photo has nothing to do with anything… I just happen to find it hilarious (and maddening!) and know that my brother would, too. The hilarious part. Not the maddening. He’d tell me to “chill.”