Watching the news, one of my favorite things to do,
has been difficult these past few days with the coverage of the funerals for
those lost at the school in CT. Seeing
the sobbing parents and the balloon launches are so evocative for me. At least
it appears that all those who died had some sort of church affiliation which
provides great comfort for those witnessing from afar, as I am doing. Only the
Lord provides the Great Comfort that the world cannot even begin to offer those
in mourning.
The other day at lunch, with Linda and Angie, we
were talking about Justin, of course. Angie had heard nice things about him
from Linda and I wasn’t about to argue with her. As we talked, my phone rang
and it was Justin calling me. He wanted to caution me about listening to the
first hour of our favorite program as the guest host was talking about ‘the
unopened presents’ those parents who lost children in the rampage will be
facing. This means it affected Justin, and he well knows how things like this
affect me. And did affect me for many years after Timmy died. His presents,
some wrapped already and some not, were moved from home to home with us, until
I at last decided to share them with others. My great nephews got the ones I
had bought for Timmy’s birthday and I gave the wrapped ones to the preschool at
church for those students to enjoy. Gulp….sniffle….It warms my heart how Justin
watches out for mine like that, and that he is moved by the sentiment of the ‘unopened
presents’.
