Sorrow and Joy

Life brings a lot of sorrow. And life brings a lot of joy. We don’t often get to choose how life turns out but we get to choose how we respond to it. I never would have chosen you die this way. And you did not choose to die this way. But sometimes you chose not to live and others you lived beyond your years and in ways outside the bonds of love and life that many will never experience over many more years. So maybe it’s not the years we live but how we live those years. How we spend those moments and how we spend our tears ❤️. I choose to celebrate you. Your life, you’re passions, your legacy.
Happy heavenly birthday my boy. Oh so proud of you. Always in my heart. Float on.

The Bike

I know this was not your bike of all bikes but it’s become special here as it was the last one you were riding. And it’s pretty cute. So you won the battle. The bikes now kept in the living room. Wish you rode it here. Roxy seemed to wonder where you were when it arrived. She sat on the chair and looked at it. Pondering. At least it looked like pondering. I’m sure cats ponder. They must. What else goes on behind those eyes. Love ya miss ya.

Mom

Jared Forest

Could we have ever imagined. A forest in your honor. To live on through the years in the life of what you loved. Wish you could see it. Thank you Kim and Ingrid and Will and Eric and Erik and Ron… and Peninsula Parks.

This is a day that the Lord has made.