From my 5 (almost 6) year old niece...Bella. :)
Thank you Isabella!
From my friend, Georgianna. I love the shells...I know that Mark would be just as obsessed with collecting them at the beach as his sisters are!
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These two are from my sweet friend, Daphne.
That color red reminds me of the red Farmall tractors that he (well, his daddy) liked
so much.
I can't deny it anymore...June is gone and July has come. I knew it would...despite my protest. Somehow, I can handle June okay. The busyness of summer overshadows the looming reminders that lurk around the corner. But July brings the panic that comes with thinking about the "days" that have to come. The days that manage to be even more painful than all of the other days without my son. Mark's birthday...July 10th. He would have been 4. How I wish that I was having to chase him around and plan his birthday party and wrap up big boy toys. And then there is August. August 10th...the worst day of my life.
If anyone knows how I can go to sleep tonight and wake up on September 1st...please let me know.
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Right there with you....wishing I could skip August 25th all together. Thinking of you, and an early Happy Birthday to Mark! I never get tired of looking at his sweet face...
ReplyDeleteStranger here who just wanted to tell you what a beautiful family you have. My heart aches for you as I look at all of Mark's pictures. I feel your love for him so much and really wish I could take your pain away. What an adorable child! And how lucky to spend his two short years with such loving big sisters! Mark has a special place in my heart, a complete stranger! See, his love lives on, through his mom and her blog. So sorry for your loss...
ReplyDeleteAngie~ I love your niece's pics, how sweet is that..also love her name :)
ReplyDeleteI know what you mean about skipping months at a time..I'll be sayng extra prayers for you the next few months..xo
I hope you know that I when I comment the way I'm about to, I just find it easy to relate to you in some ways. I don't ever want to undermine the things that you are going through by comparing them to my feelings, so please know that's not what I'm trying to do.
ReplyDeleteToday marks one year exactly since the very last time I spoke to my Dad. At 8-something tonight, it will mark the exact hour in which we exchanged our last spoken words, "I love you." I count my blessings that we had that moment together, but it is so torturous in so many ways, as well.
Praying that you have strength the next couple of months.