Watching the snow fall today outside my window, reading some of your letters, listening to some of the music you sent me and thinking of you. All my love belongs to you. ✝️💙💔

You belong among the wildflowers You belong somewhere close to me Far away from your trouble and worry You belong somewhere you feel free

Did you see this Kevyn?

60 days in Heaven

Sunsets in Heaven

I remember one earlier memory of spending a day at the zoo with Kevyn. He was very excited to go and wanted to know what animal I liked most and wanted to see I said the seals. He seemed to think that over and I asked what about him. Hmm  can  he tell me after because he couldn’t pick until he saw them all. He really wanted to give a genuine answer. He  probably was only 7 but really knew he needed to think this over. Too cute! 

Thank you, Aunt Valarie for thinking on me and my mom 💙

Thank you, Valarie 💟🛐✝️

Fly with the angels, son, fly high and fly glorious

I’ll Fly Away to Glory. I’ll Fly Away

39 balloons for every earthly birthday 💙 — with Taylor and Mom

Happy 1st birthday in Heaven, Kevyn ✝️🛐

Kev’s favorite tortas

Happy heavenly birthday Kevyn ✝️ what a celebration you’re having 💟

Happy Birthday Kevyn!!

The humbled prodigal starts at a hesitant jog, then a chin raising trot, lungs taking in air. When he reaches the hill, a mile out, he is sprinting, arms flinging sweat, a trail of dust in his wake. If you listen closely, you can hear the beginning of a sound emitting from his belly, low, guttural. It is the sound of pain leaving his body. And here is the Father still standing searching the horizon, when something catches His eyes. He squints, leans in and starts running like shot out of a cannon. Son running to Father, Father running to son. Closing the distance, the son falls at his Father’s feet, groveling, face full of tears, eyes downcast, heart in throat, Father, I have sinned. Father runs and falls on His son and covers his face with kisses. The son protests, not able to look at his Father, but, Abba, I’m not worthy.  Father waves him off and orders His angels, “clothe my son, bring me a ring, carve the steaks, raise the tents. Son stands in disbelief, “ but Abba, You don’t know what all I have done. I’m unclean. Please forgive me”. Father gently places His index finger under His son’s chin, lifts it, eye to eye. He thumbs away Kevyn’s tears, holds his face in both hands. “You, my son, are my son. Once dead, now alive. All is forgiven”. For all prodigals everywhere: no gone is too far gone. The same Father who opened His arms and covered my son, His son, with kisses, is on that same hill, searching the horizon for all who are lost and hope to be found. Our Father is waiting there for you, too, with tears in His eyes, love in His heart and the words we all pray to hear: welcome Home, child, I have been right here, all along, waiting for you. Welcome Home, Kevyn, welcome Home. 

Hey Kevyn, I don’t have to say Merry Christmas to you, it is Christmas everyday for you now. Today, I will receive your earthly body returned to me, and the heartbreak of that is too much to bear. But I am thankful for all the days I had with you and so grateful I will see you again. When we all get to Heaven, what a day of rejoicing that will be. When we both see Jesus, together, face to face, we will sing and shout the victory. I love you, son and I will see you soon in your new heavenly body and spirit. ✝️

Last Christmas Card

Day 22 of life without you, I promise I have not forgotten you for one second of these days. Oh, son, what I would give to turn the days back, if I could just wake up and have it be October 17, I would gladly trade it all for just one more day. Please come back, Kevyn. But God doesn’t work in reverse, so I will be seeing you soon. All my love, son, all my heart. ✝️💟

Hung your stocking with care…