Around 1:30PM, Good Friday, my two sons meet me. They each have two shirts
Carried across their arms,
Ralph Lauren Polo, at $29.99 each!
On plastic hangers at
Silas Creek Crossing’s Marshalls.
Simplified, yet pricey ‘outfits’ for
Two teenage sons.
Hurried to get back to their last day of spring break, they choose
Easter clothes very unlike what I had chosen in their younger years.
“Really?” I ask. “Well, that’s all you get.”
“Okay,” was their brief reply.
And they were off in Wes’ jeep while I shopped for a new
Dress and shoes.
Three days later across the road at
Hayworth-Miller, choosing what they would wear in their
Resting Place. Wooden boxes,
Even more than Ralph Lauren Polo shirts.
Every parent’s nightmare.
Down the road of fourteen years
And tear-filled memories that still,
Stain my heart, I choose to
And life gives me joy amidst
The memories of two young lives that never grew up to
Every dream we hold for our children.
Regardless, we have no promise of what’s across the road.
Nor of what’s down it.
Wonder what life would have held if
1 choice had changed the outcome of
Yet, it did.
Even in the face of great loss I have made a choice,
A reason to live a life to honor their lives. I may not know what’s across or down those earthly
Roads, but I know eternity is at the end. Eternity with my
Savior and my sons.