I received word this morning that my grandson, Jackson, has departed this life to be with the Lord, and with his cousin, Leslie, who preceded him a few years ago. His mother says she wants his very short life to have had some meaning, and not that it be as if he never were, so I am doing my little part to honor that.
She was knitting him a little blue blanket, to wrap him in when he was born, which now will forever be unfinished. And she says she keeps seeing him in her mind's eye as a dirty little boy with blonde hair and skinned knees. So that's how I will remember him too. And in my mind, he's a bit mischievous and hard-headed, and reminds me quite a lot of my son, Toby, when he was small.
I love you, sweet boy, and I can't wait to meet you one day.
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