It’s hard to believe it’s nearly a month since my son P.J. took his last breath on this earth and his first in heaven.
Sometimes life is tough isn’t it?! Sometimes tears just flow. But how is it that God still brings just that perfect peace that only HE can bring? He just does.
The understanding that God has written a wondrous story for each of us is remarkable. He’s made a plan that when we are all put together as the human race, those that are walking with Him in beauty and abide in LOVE, we become a picture of who He is and understand Him more specifically.
My son P.J. (Whom I’ve had the honor of being his Mom since he was 8 through 42) has played a valiant roll.
Through so much physical suffering … there was never one complaint. Not one.
But rather a continual pointing to Our Savior. An ambassador and incredible speaker of GRACE continually.
Peter-John is a picture of a loving Father and Husband. Actually that to perfection I might add.
He’s seen heaven in a near death experience… a place of dancing. A place of pure fun with meaning. A place where his beautiful Mom, Sister, Grammy, Papa Merle, Nana, has already arrived safely.
He wasn’t at all afraid to join in on the party.
I love Peter. I’m so proud of Peter. I miss Peter. Period.
Thank you for all your love and prayers. We all feel it.
And to sweet Pete. I love and miss you so very much. ‘Til Heaven…