As families gather around tables and in backyards to celebrate fall birthdays, Thanksgiving and (soon!) Christmas, my heart longs even harder to hear Dominic’s name.
Of course I remember him-he’s my son-and of course others do too.
But it is especially helpful this time of year to have friends and family speak of him aloud.
Of course I may cry.
I cry often anyway.
But if I cry because you remind me of the good friend Dominic was to you or because of a special memory you shared with him, they are tears of joy as much as tears of longing. ❤
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You know, Melanie, I often think, do his friends miss him? The last nineteen months have been hard and the last few days I don’t even have any emotion. Sometimes I think it seems easier not to think about him or anything that happened. The crazy thoughts still seem to swirl around in my brain and I try ever so hard to not let them rule. It seems my heart has gotten harden to death. So much is happening in the world and it seems that it’s more and more every day. My grandson was shot in the leg a week ago but it was intended for the friend he was with. He’s a good kid and was just in the wrong place at the wrong time. So much craziness. Please pray for my family. Thanks for listening. I know that I haven’t made much sense, but I’m just holding onto the Lord to bring us through all this.
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