My true writing career began thirty some years ago while going through a valley. I’ve come to believe that we all have a purpose in life, our path to walk. Though our choices create twists and turns, God is still in charge of the end result. Now that my middle son Chad died, the rest of my life is not lived for myself, but to leave his legacy, not only because he was my son, but because of his beautiful soul.
Bearing my feelings so openly is not something that’s natural for me, but my priorities have changed, I have changed. And so it’s here, journaling, where I found a home. I’m always writing in my diary, and taking notes, yet finding the right words to put here in front of the world is something I’m thinking about with great care.
Like everyone else, Chad wasn’t perfect (almost), but as someone close to him told me a number of years before he died; “He’s so loving, and forgiving”. And another’s said, “he’d give the shirt off his back for someone”. More talked about the respect he showed others, what a hard worker he was, and how friendly and kind he was. That was Chad all the way. He gave from his heart and soul. Anyone who was ever loved by Chad was lucky to have felt the impact, as I was. There will never be anyone like him. I’ll never completely comprehend that he is no longer here.
Pray for God’s guidance.