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My true writing career began thirty some years ago while going through a valley, alone. 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.
It’s not normally me to bear my soul so openly, but my priorities have changed. For most of my life I was unbearably shy until I spent time as a nurses aide where I came into my own. And so it’s here, journaling, where I found a home.
Like everyone else, Chad wasn’t perfect (almost), but as someone close to him told me a few years back, “He’s so loving, and forgiving.” That was Chad all the way. One of the things I loved and respected about him was that he admitted when he was wrong and was the first to say he was sorry. Now that takes a real man, and a person of integrity. 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’m working on a website in dedication of Chad and those I love: http://intothearmsoftheweaver.com
Pray for God’s guidance.