jenn_7
.bits and pieces.
He died at the age of 11, I was 10, my cousin Darren, of leukemia. Diagnosed in kindergarten, the age my daughter is now, all I could think in my 5 year old mind was "How could God be so damn cruel!" Darren was so beautiful, giant roly-poly curls like a black halo around his head. We were in my aunt's wedding together, he the ring bearer, I the flower girl. It was the last time I saw him well. When he died I cried every night for about a year...and talked to him. We didn't see each other very often before he passed, a few times a year at major holidays, but i always thought he must be perfect, an angel; God gave all perfect children curls AND freckles like Darren...I only had freckles.
Darren collected miniature toys and bits of odds and ends before he died. When I went back to Ohio this summer to visit my aunt, I stood and looked at his collection hanging on the wall of her log cabin. Little itty-bitty spiderwebs had tendril-ed their way amongst the trinkets. Each little bit lovelier than that next...all together a magical collection. The little rabbit's head and tiny box of tools were by far my favorite....maybe they were his favorite too...and I felt him there!
.bits and pieces.
He died at the age of 11, I was 10, my cousin Darren, of leukemia. Diagnosed in kindergarten, the age my daughter is now, all I could think in my 5 year old mind was "How could God be so damn cruel!" Darren was so beautiful, giant roly-poly curls like a black halo around his head. We were in my aunt's wedding together, he the ring bearer, I the flower girl. It was the last time I saw him well. When he died I cried every night for about a year...and talked to him. We didn't see each other very often before he passed, a few times a year at major holidays, but i always thought he must be perfect, an angel; God gave all perfect children curls AND freckles like Darren...I only had freckles.
Darren collected miniature toys and bits of odds and ends before he died. When I went back to Ohio this summer to visit my aunt, I stood and looked at his collection hanging on the wall of her log cabin. Little itty-bitty spiderwebs had tendril-ed their way amongst the trinkets. Each little bit lovelier than that next...all together a magical collection. The little rabbit's head and tiny box of tools were by far my favorite....maybe they were his favorite too...and I felt him there!