A Legacy

 If you didn't hear Hunter Biden and his sister speak of their brother, Beau...then you missed one of the most humblest family and a family who definitely knew what bond meant. Hunter spoke so well and loving of his brother, Beau. His sister, Ashley did as well.  That is how you speak of family. That is how you pay respect. That is how you show dignity.  (MNBC showed this at 10:30am today).  I was struck how well this beautiful tribute, even by President Obama.

Ok...it was a Catholic mass...but it was the message that was spoken that really mattered.  You had to hear the story...and then understand the story.

Its amazing how our children in our lives changes us so much. We understand what true love is about and through them we understand true love about God.  But it is more amazing how their deaths really changed us...whom we were and whom we become.  I know at first we are in shock of that lost, but as we grieve more n' more for that loss, we also learn more about them...and we learn more about ourselves.  No one can understand this until they loose that child.  

It doesn't matter how much therapy you get individually or in a group...that loss changes you.  The heart ache and pain is REAL. Its not the same type of grief of loosing a sibling, a parent, a cousin or a close friend...its a different grief.  Its a different loss.  Its a different pain.  But its a legacy you will never forget.
 
It was not that Tim needed me...but I needed him.  Because of Tim, I am alive today. Because of Tim, I really began understand more about God and His love for us.  And it is because of Tim, I understood more of God's plan for me...& Tim.

Tim's life touched me...impressed me...loved me.  Just as much as I hope my life has touched him...impressed him and loved him.  One's legacy is defined by how they touched our lives...and the many they have loved.


But I am thankful that our heavenly Father who still loved and accepted Timothy, forgave him and wrapped his arms around him. And when Tim died, for the first time, I understood the grief that God went through when Jesus died, the suffering He suffered before His death, as Tim did.

Tim died in my arms, as when he was born placed on my chest, in my arms and gave his first breaths...my son's soul cried as he gave his last breathe.  I held him in my arms, I held his hands at the moments he was born.

My son left a legacy...even if no one saw it. 

My son left a light, even if no one saw it. 

Like I did with Timothy and as Hunter Biden spoke on the moments his brother breathed his last..." I love you, I love you, I love you!"

 ...from everything that bad has happened to you, something good will come to you, if you look hard enough, you will see it...