i am wrapping teacher gifts,
christmas music in the background.
little boy is at my feet, climbing, grabbing, into everything.
my patience is wearing thin.
and then a song - "lo, how a rose e'er blooming".
grief washes over me.
my dad loved that song.
a lump in my throat, and then tears,
as the boy climbs and grabs things off the table.
the boy he never got to meet.
three years later and it still hurts.
the ache grows and deepens as more days pass without him.
my dad, safe with Jesus.
us here, missing him.
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