July 4th, A Bottle Rocket Scar, and a Hidden Treasure Inside!

I looked at my foot closely as I continued to rub coconut oil onto it in hopes of softening the skin surrounding the scar.  That scar is now twenty-four years old and it still looks like it became a part of me yesterday.  Normally, scar tissue isn’t something that I would look at, but this scar is different.  This scar was given to me by my son Mike who died on May 22, 2015.

I never, ever want this scar to go away because locked up in that puffy mess is a well-spring of memories that make my heart smile! 

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Today I Found His Obituary and My Tears Wouldn’t Stop

Garbage.  Garbage.  Garbage.  I’m cleaning files at my office, and tossing out files from fifteen years ago.  It was getting late, and I was grabbing one more pile of papers to toss into the garbage, when I stopped — frozen.  I looked.  I stared.  As I began to read the words my tears began.  Tears poured from my eyes.  I began to choke on my sobs.

There it was.  My son’s obituary from a year ago.  

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