Above: Weston as a little baby, just a couple of months old – if that.
It’s been hard to return home after the trip. Coming back to the house and to our town brings back a flood of memories and hard realities that Weston is gone. There is a heaviness on our hearts when we are here that is hard to descirbe.
It is getting increasingly difficult to watch other parents with their kids. I especially have difficulties watching the ones who treat their kids with disrespect, or flat out ignore them. I want to go and shake them and say, “do you not realize what you have???” But I simply turn my head and walk away. I would give anything to have my Weston back, yet there are thousands of parents who seem to care less about their gifts – too busy to care. I am deeply affected when I hear of parents who have beaten, and in some cases killed their kids from physical abuse. These instances are more common than I realized. I have to work hard to keep this from making me bitter towards others. But it certainly does wake one up to what’s going on around them when they’ve lost their child. I have to beleive that God is still in charge, even of those parents who don’t care. He is in control.
I miss Weston.
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Welcome home. Glad you had the opportunity to get away and do something different for Christmas! Hope to see you two soon.
God will judge those parents who don’t love their children. My biggest question to God when I learned the news of Weston’s death, was why Clay and Erin? If anybody deserves a baby to raise it is them? Why?
I am not sure if you have found the answer yet, I know I haven’t. But I do know that God controls all things and that Weston is with him in heaven.
All bad things lead to something good. Something. Wounded children often grow up to be the most loving and accepting adults. God is still in charge. Hang in there with Him and all of us who love you both.