Today's random memory isn't quite so random. It's specific to this day.....thirty-three years ago. My first child Ronnie was born on May 10, 1975. He died four months and five days later ~ on September 15 ~ he's my special memory for today.
Even after all these years, memories of him tug at my heart and, oftentimes, bring a tear or two to my eyes. But in recent years those tears have had more to do with hearing about others who've lost a child and having my heart break just a little for them each time I hear ~ and I seem to hear of it so much lately.
To them I'd like to say, the painful memories never get any easier. But the time lengthens in between and the painful ones sink a little more into your heart as time goes on. But the happy memories (no matter how few) like the ones that come from a much loved picture ~ those get brighter and brighter and better and better.
This picture was taken on September 10th ~ his four month birthday. He was just beginning to smile a lot. I'm smiling now just looking at it, and remembering........
Ronald Vincent Raymond
He was too good for this earth ~ so Jesus took him home.
In the most beautiful of gardens, even those tended by the most skillful of botanists, there is an occasional rose that buds, but never opens. In all respects the rose is like all the others, but something keeps it from blooming. It fades away - or disappears - without having reached maturity.
What happens in nature's garden happens once in a while also in the garden of God's human family. A baby is born, beautiful, precious, but fails to come to its rightful unfolding. This child, like the bud that never fully opens, is gathered back into God's heavenly garden of souls - where all imperfections are made perfect; all injustices made right; all mysteries are explained; and all sorrows turned to happiness. Richard Fairchild