It was a beautiful day yesterday. Too beautiful to attend a funeral but that is where I found myself with my teenage son, Carson. As we walked through the cemetery, there was a cool breeze that blew, yet not a sound to be heard. Even the birds were quiet.
Moments of silence.
Moments of respect.
As Carson took his place, next to his football teammates, my eyes were fixed on the casket while tears streamed down my face. A knot in my stomach grew to the point that I could barely breathe.
How does a thriving thirteen year old boy die in his sleep?
Lord, why did you have to take Bennett from his family? He was so young and had such potential?
As the American flag was taken off of Bennett’s coffin and handed to his mother, she cradled it as her body gave way into uncontrollable sobs. Sobs that only a mother can birth. Sobs that will continue for months to come.
Last night, after saying prayers with Carson, I lingered by his bedside for a few extra minutes.
Carson, can I give you a hug?
Because I love you and because I can. Bennett’s mom can’t hug him tonight but I can hug you.
Carson smiled and gave me a one of those “thirteen year old hugs” that only a mom of a teenager can appreciate. As he pulled the covers over his shoulders and closed his eyes, my heart whispered…
Lord, life is so precious and fleeting. Never let me take a single moment for granted.
Question: Have you hugged your child or someone you love today?