Over the years I’ve been at The Parenting Place as a Parent Educator, my greatest joys are the connections I’ve made with families.
I surprise myself sometimes when out of the blue, a family from years ago pops into my head, and I remember something about them that was special, that was meaningful, that was funny, that was endearing.
I guess that’s what it means to hold those memories, those families, those children in your heart – for that’s where they remain.
Ben was the youngest of two brothers who came to Play Shoppe 24 years ago. In and out, over the years, both these boys and their families have been in my heart. And today my heart is heavy from the loss of this bright, sensitive young man in the prime of his life.
And my vision that I hold is a young toddler lovingly cuddling on his mama’s lap – a preschooler atop his father’s strong shoulders – and the stories in between then and now that have been shared.
A few nights ago, after dark, I was out in the backyard with Tootsie and saw a magnificent scene. There were more fireflies than I can remember ever seeing at one time – each one’s light flickering its own luminous response.
I was really moved by that experience. It seemed so momentous – so celestial.
Hearing about this special young man’s death today, I can’t help but think of Ben and his brother, his mom, and his dad and know for sure that Ben’s special bright light will never dim in their memory.
Hug your children, laugh with them, and be kind to one another.