This day is fragile,
soon it will end.
And once it has vanished,
it will not come again.
So let us love,
with a love pure and strong,
Before this day is gone...
(Lyrics from 'This Day' by Point of Grace)
On this day, this boy would have turned 16....
He would have gotten a blue truck from Dad. He would have gotten it either this past weekend, or maybe even today if Dad was off work. He would be driving now. He would have finished driver's ed classes, and he was so excited about learning to drive, and having that level of independence. Though the thought of him being old enough to drive....Oh my.... The reality of him never reaching that milestone hurts even more.
Allen, I love you and miss you.
I hope you heard us singing to you this morning.
That was Gage....you know that.
We talked about what your birthday must be like in Heaven.
We decided that your "Allen-iversary", or "Homecoming", or whatever you call the date of your death....well, we decided that in Heaven that must be a bigger party.
...and then we decided that means that there is a party EVERY DAY in Heaven.
Sweet boy, I hope there is...
...and I hope that today is a happy day up there.
No pain. No hurt. No sadness. No fear. Just happiness, and love, and a party....
Happy Birthday, Sweet Boy.