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Gazing heavenward

I let the kids stay up late tonight. Darkness is beginning to come a little earlier, which meant we could get down to business around 10:00pm. All the lights in the house were turned off and we all gathered on the back patio and laid together on a huge blanket. At first, we could only see one or two stars, but as we chatted, more twinkling lights dotted the sky. We lay there, hoping. Hoping to catch sight of at least one little streak of light. Just as the kids were beginning to grow doubtful, a large shooting star made its way across the sky! We all cheered and laughed, and then immediately hoped for another one. Before heading inside to bed, we spied four shooting stars.

Yesterday marked eight years since Ben left this world. More years than we had him with us. I can't tell you how many times in those years that I have gazed up at the sky and wondered about him. Sometimes the sky is the exact color of his beautiful eyes. Sometimes I just look up and talk to him.

On the night we said good-bye to him, the Perseid Meteor Showers were making their way across the expanse of sky. Each year, we have tried to see them. Some years, it has been cloudy, or the moon has been too bright. One year, we were with my family at the beach. We sat out on the deck in a row of big, white rocking chairs,  the waves beating the shore, the salt air thick with humidity. We saw so many that we lost count.

Tonight as I turned my gaze to the sky, I thanked God for my family and the love we have for one another and the sweet saint in Heaven, who I'd like to think was looking down, watching with us.

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  1. BarbaraAugust 12, 2015 at 8:49 PM

    I'd like to think he asked God to send you those stars to brighten your night. God bless your family. Prayers for you this week.

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