Tuesday, August 20, 2013

The Two Bravest People I know

It was six years ago today that we lost a cousin, a son, a friend, a nephew.  It still doesn't seem real and this weekend, as my son got married and we felt the empty spot where Cody would have stood by my son at the altar, there sat his mom and dad, in the pew near the back of the church.

I can't tell you enough how brave these two people are.  Who of us could go on after losing their son, their ONLY son, let alone keep putting one foot in front of the other, one step at a time, one breath at a time, one day at a time, one month, one year at a time?

They do, they have, they continue to.

"Cody would have wanted us to,"  his mom told me after my first daughter got married and they made the journey from Wisconsin to Memphis with dread and sadness and an ache in their hearts.  She said it again  last year when my youngest daughter got married and they made the journey from Wisconsin to Knoxville.

"Cody would have wanted us to."

So they do what Cody would have wanted.

Bravely.

Sadly.

Staunchly.

Tearfully.

They come.

They sit through the events that Cody would have loved to be a part of, laughing when they'd rather be crying, sitting and listening and wondering what Cody might have shared at the rehearsal dinners.  What he may have said, or how he would have looked in his gray suit standing next to TJ as he married the woman God made for him.

"Cody would have wanted us to."

They are the bravest two people in the world to me.

Today is the anniversary of the day their lives changed forever.

Cody would have wanted you to know this about them.





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