May 20, 2012

A Birthday Prayer

Posted by Aunt Tricia on May 20, 2012 at 9:01 pm

“Dear Jesus,

Today is Elijah’s 4th birthday. We miss him very much. Would you please give him a hug and a kiss from his mommy, daddy, aunts, uncles, grandparents, cousins, brothers, and sisters? We all are looking forward to the day when we can hug and kiss him for ourselves again, but until then we need you to do it for us. Also, Jesus, I want to thank you for taking care of Elijah for us. This world is not our home, and sometimes it is a very difficult place in which to live. Thank you that you took Elijah to our real home, and that he no longer has to deal with the “stuff” of this life. Even so, we miss him desperately. We long to be with him (with You, Lord). Thank you, Jesus.

Love, Weeble’s Aunt Tursuh.”

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Jun 27, 2011

Hi Weeble!

Posted by Aunt Tricia on Jun 27, 2011 at 6:58 am

I love you, Weeble, and I still miss you every day. Your dad and big brothers finished putting the roof on the deck today. It’s beautiful, and I’m glad you got to climb up there with Daddy when he was first starting on it. Mommy worked on a calendar “center” for Tippy today. She got the pieces laminated and she told me all about her plans to use it for part of Tippy’s math lessons. There was this feeling though…words that went unspoken between us. Somehow I knew that we were both thinking about how much you would have loved calendar time, but neither of us said it out loud. There are a lot of times like that around here. Yet, there are many, many times when we just can’t stop talking about you. Those are the times we smile most. 🙂 I love you, Weeble, and I can’t wait to see you again. ♥

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May 10, 2011

Aunt Tricia’s Dream

Posted by Aunt Tricia on May 10, 2011 at 12:20 am

I was with you this morning. You were wearing your little yellow chickie boots and gray shorts. Your blond hair was tangled and curled…all over the place as usual. You looked beautiful. You were smiling and running and talking a mile a minute…telling me about the animals-the puppies and horses. For a moment I worried that they would nip at you, but then you were off and running again. Your blue eyes were twinkling with all of the fun we were having. But I knew. I knew there was some reason it couldn’t last. There was, in my mind, only a week left. So we played and we ran and you showed me everything. Where were we? Then I saw your daddy. I told him I was glad I hadn’t known that it would end, because there never would have been enough time. He sat down in the recliner and cried- as I have seen him do so many times in the past 10 weeks. He looked so old as he asked me, “How is it so easy for me to imagine you and for you to imagine me?” I didn’t understand what he meant; I still don’t. Then I woke up and you were gone-again. And I wondered: had your daddy been dreaming of you too, and will you come back to see me again?

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