I feel as though time has no boundaries....I can say seven years have passed since Luke died, but it might as well be 70 years or 7 minutes....it still hurts. I am glad that it doesn't hurt as often though. Time has helped that at least. Today as I watched a video I complied of our Luke, and tears streamed down my face, I couldn't help but be grateful to know that I will see him again. This is but a lengthy intermission in the play of our lives. And someday, we will get to resume where we left off.
There are no words to convey the feelings of my heart. I miss him. I love him. I want to hug him...kiss him...see him run....hear his voice...see him play with his brothers.
I use Luke a lot in our home as why we try so hard to do what is right. We want to see him again. We need to live our lives so that we make him proud.
Winnie the Pooh said "How lucky I am to have something that makes saying goodbye so hard."
And I am lucky....
