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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: Easter (05/30/05)

TITLE: Reflections
By Shirley Thomas
05/30/05


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As I watch my three grandchildren search for the hidden Easter eggs, my mind begins to go to a place of sadness. I think of the grandchild that I will never see or touch. I think of his or her father, Tyler, our middle son. As Tyler was growing up I would remark what a great father he would be. He loved babies and children and they loved him. When our youngest son, Jess, was born, Tyler was eight years old and he immediately fell in love with his baby brother. There was no task he would not try; changing diapers, reading stories, feeding his brother, none of them seemed to hard or messy for him.

Tyler will never have children because Tyler left to be with the Lord when he was twenty-six years old. He had just gotten married to the woman of his dreams and had already been talking about having a baby.

Would it have been a girl or a boy? Would it have had Tyler’s curly hair and blue eyes? What about the skin tone? Tyler had such beautiful dark skin; he looked like he had a tan year round. Would the child have had his sparkling personality, creating a constant gleam in his eyes? I always had so many questions and always the same answer. There would not be a grandchild joining these three beautiful darlings. Not from Tyler.

My mind is jolted back to the present as I hear my oldest grandchild, Blake, say, “Grandmommy, look I found the prize egg.” Little does he know that I have three prize eggs hidden, one for each of them. I look at these beautiful creations of God, one grandson and two granddaughters and I realize I can see so much of Tyler in each of them. All three of them have the same amazing blue eyes. Faith has the curly hair. Blake has the skin tone and Rae has the constant sparkle in her eyes.

Then I think of the day we are celebrating, Easter. I like to call it Resurrection Sunday, because it is a celebration of our Lord and Savior’s Resurrection. I am reminded of the fact that since Jesus Christ was resurrected, we as His children, will live eternally with Him and the Father in heaven. Because of His resurrection I will see my son again. Until that time, I can look at these three amazing wonders and see his reflection in them everyday.


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Amy Verlennich06/06/05
Very moving... and wonderful reminder to those who have lost loved ones earlier than planned. I'm going to hug my children now!
Andrew Curtis06/06/05
I like the reflection that Easter helps us to enjoy. Thank you for sharing this beautiful story.
dub W06/08/05
Well done, a very relaxed style of writing. Thank you for submitting.
Helga Doermer06/08/05
The sadness of loss and the promise of meeting again . . . this is a beautifully touching reflective peice.
Linda Germain 06/08/05
Lovely story. I can see you moving up a level if all your writing is of this caliber. Very good. :0)
Shari Armstrong 06/10/05
Very lovely.
L.M. Lee06/10/05
Touching. Sorry for the loss of your son.
Lynda Lee Schab 06/10/05
This one tugged on my heart. Wonderful writing - you definitely have a gift. Thanks for sharing.
Blessings, Lynda
Michelle Burkhardt06/10/05
Nicely written. I can't imagine the pain involved in losing a child at any age. May the Lord continue to give you peace.


   
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