Thursday, October 2, 2008
The Red Lamp
So, the other day my son left for a missions trip to Australia. I want every good thing in life for him. Every dream to come true for him and every experience to be genius. I want him to grow and be all that God has for him to be. To travel and have a big life. But that still doesn't make his absence here any easier for me to bear. So the red lamp. When he moved back into the house a few months ago, he brought home this red lamp. I put it on this buffet table right outside of my bedroom and its the light we'd leave on at night for the last person home to turn off. It was almost never me and almost always him that would be the last one in and would turn off the lamp. Well last night I had to turn that lamp off. Tears flooded down my face. The reality that he's not here ... who knew it would be so hard. Not me.
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2 comments:
awwweeee Pas Shell... you are a cry baby just like me =)
I totally understand, no matter how hard you try to prepare, it hurts like hell when someone you love just isn't there anymore - be it temporary or long term.
We can put the lamp on a timer if that would help =)
Love you so much girlfriend!
Aww ... thanks for the comment Bambi, I still tear up everytime I read it. :)
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