On October 20, 2019, I had two goals: honor my son’s birthday and somehow not allow the grief of his loss be overwhelming. It was a Sunday, but I went to the office. When the computers decided to stop cooperating, I left. I pulled the car out of my parking space and proceeded for 5 or 10 feet. I saw a funny little ornament of some sort on a tree. It’s private property, law office on the left, lovely Inn on right. I parked and pulled the ornament off the tree. It was this heart; and the tag said it needed a home. No choice then. I cried. and cried. and cried. Somehow, someone, somewhere knew to give me a hug so needed. My son has been gone for nine and a half years. He is just a 14 year old frozen in time and my heart will ever be broken. And somehow someone, somewhere reached out to hug me. remarkable. I don’t know how you did it. I never heard of you. But, thank you.
