Time

It has been said that time is the cruelest teacher; first, she gives the test, then teaches the lesson.

Almost 2 years have now gone by since I last saw my Luke. . 2 years. . . 730 days; 17,520 hours; 1,051,200 minutes. He has now been gone from us longer than he was with us.

I have decided that time is a wonderful blessing and a cruel enemy.

During the last two years, I have learned to deal with my grief better. I have learned that I will always have a hole in my heart, but that I can be happy. I have gained a testimony of eternal families. I have grown closer to my husband. Time has helped me accomplish these things.

But, time has also ripped from me precious memories. Josh and Mike continue to grow and learn. The pictures on the wall change as they get one year older. Luke's picture remains the same. He doesn't grow. He doesn't change. I can't hear his laugh. Time has stolen that which was most precious.

"Time is the longest distance between two places."

"Death is one moment, and life is so many of them."
--Tennessee Williams

I love you my Luker boy, my little Cookie Lukey!