Death Brings New Life

This weekend has been Bo's weekend every second of every minute, it has been about Bo. I haven't had a thought that wasn't consumed by Bo and it has been a GREAT weekend. It has been a grieving weekend but sometimes grief is not about moaning and groaning and how bad your life is, sometimes grief is about lifting your hands to the heavens and shouting 'THANK YOU JESUS" for the gift of knowing Bo for the time that I did.

It is something that I had said many times, GOD chose me to be Bo's mother, HE gifted him to me and no one else, HE allowed me to carry him inside me for 8 months, to help him thru the illness that almost took his life at birth, the accidents later in life that almost cost him his life at the age of 2 and again at 12 but GOD had other plans for BO, D, Jill and I. Then later, HE had plans for all of you who knew BO and for those of you who have somehow been touched by his life and death even though you never met him.

GOD is amazing the way HE weaves the threads in that massive quilt of life. I love my life, at times it is so difficult, the tears flow, the pain in my chest so massive I wonder when the heart will break in two and never be put back together from the pain that I carry....but this weekend was a time of joy, love, laughter and remembering the blessings of the son that GOD gifted me.

Saturday the family that has adopted me my lovely CVMA AR-72-"My Family", I love that, we all got together and laid wreaths on the graves at the National Cemetery, we got to help our other family the Patriot Guards in the flag line honor and respect the soldiers and wives buried at the cemetery.

Afterwards, we went to Bo and Lori's gravesite and honored Bo with the laying of the wreath. These people are amazing, my guy, Dewayne came, walked me to the grave and there in full military fashion at full attention stood my family, Bo would have been humbled as I was by the outpouring of respect and honor shown to him and his Momma. Wreaths were lain for Bo and Lori - new memories were made and a family bond was bound tighter and tighter.

Sunday night Ian the child who opened Bo's heart to all the possiblities of what love could and should be attended a candlelight service with me for Parents who have had a child die. It was a very moving service, many people are suffering and in deep despair. It makes me thankful that I have such a massive support group and the tight tight bond with my JESUS. Where would be people without JESUS to hold their hands in the midst of all this tragedy and suffering. LOST.....

We wrote messages to our child on balloons and Ian told his Uncle Bo that he missed him very much and he wondered if he was causing any mischief in Heaven, that he was the funniest person he had ever known and he would see him soon.

Sincerely, Ian P.S. I love you !!! Never forget that when you are grieving there may be a small one standing very close by whose heart is broken, shattered and needs some special attention. When we sent our balloons off to the Heavens, I told Ian wouldn't it be amazing if they really would go all the way to Heaven, but isn't it nice to know that we don't have to depend on a balloon to tell Uncle Bo what we want to say, all we have to do is tell GOD or just tell Uncle Bo and GOD will make sure he gets the message.

Ian had a special ornament made to hang on the tree in honor of his Uncle Bo.
Love is what this weekend was all about, it's not about what we don't have, it's about what we can become because of what we did have.