Just a Day?

A day.  It seems that a day would be no big deal.  A day that adds to a day that adds to a day.  A bereaved parent from the Sandy Hook School incident a year ago, this past weekend, said it best.  Every day that goes by is one day further from the life of the loved one so dearly missed.  There is a feeling that only can be breathed out of the inner depths of your being when the feeling of loss is accelerated by a tail light or a movement.  When just being in a room heavy with feeling and the mere mention of "is that what you did with your boys?" can rapidly rise memory of great magnitude.  When you go home smelling like the essence of little ones you so lovingly held.  And a smile that can outwardly radiate after the leg hug you receive from someone a quarter of your height with the ability to melt your heart  in barely audible tones of "I love you".  So I'm here to say that a day is never just a day when you put it into terms of love and loss.  A day is never a day when there are friendships to be nurtured and love to be given.  A day is never a day to be taken for granted.  Love deeply.

The tears of a young man who so desperately wanted life to be different.  That's what I was presented with today.  I told him he was valuable.  I told him he was important.  I'd pray.  That's what I said.  Even if you don't believe.  I do and I will.  I will pray.  He nodded.  Not because he believed but because he knew I was serious and he knew that my faith was a keeper.  A keeper of my heart.  Without knowing why, he wanted that too. 

Today was taco 17th.  Comes around every month.  Rapidly.  Tonight tacos were shared with people who knew our boy and knew of his kindness and goodness.  Knew that he is missed, deeply.  Small group they call it.  Small group, big feelings.  Thank you for caring and sharing.