As I have shared in a previous post, it is my custom to visit Josh each week and when I am done cleaning off his stone, I sit and write a letter to him. Here is what I wrote this past week.
It is Tuesday afternoon and the time that the park is cleared of all flowers. This mandatory cleaning ends on November 21st, right before Thanksgiving. I was late putting fall colored flowers in your vase so you may have them for a week or so, before your Christmas wreath gets placed.
This is my/our third year without you for Thanksgiving and Christmas. Where has the time gone? The impact of your death is ginormous, but better seen from a distance. Just like how viewing the damage from a hurricane is more easily seen the further away you travel. Up close, you couldn't see that it wiped out most of a town, but a before and after shot from the sky would show the devastation.
This is how I feel about your death. As time goes on, the impact is even greater and deeper and wider and broader than at the beginning. How enormous the impact of your life and your death. So sad.
I hope you are at peace.
RIP beloved son.