Dear Joseph,
You’ll come home from preschool and I won’t be there.
You’ll blow kisses and I won’t be there to catch them.
You’ll dance and I won’t be there to see.
You’ll sing and I won’t be there to hear.
You’ll get hurt again and I won’t be there to patch you up.
You’ll fall asleep in the kitchen and I won’t be there to carry you to your room.
You’ll play hide and seek behind the water tank, but I won’t be there.
You’ll want an apple on Thursdays and I won’t be there to give it to you.
I’m sorry…But I just won’t be there.
How does one tell a five year old orphan that you too, will be leaving forever?
A few words, many laughs and a few weeks is all it’s taken me to go on the rest of the way thinking how I won’t be there…
My dear Joseph, as I have said, many will come to know the Lord because of you. Even if you decide you don’t want to be a preacher after all, I know you’ll live a life dedicated to God.
Don’t stop asking for sweets. Don’t stop climbing people’s back. Don’t stop running. Don’t stop giving. Don’t stop loving.
I am so sorry that many people have come and gone in your life, including myself.
I wish things were different. I would trade places with you if I could.
But above all, THANK YOU, my sweet Joseph, for letting me hug you and kiss you and carry you around.
Thank you for singing me songs.
Thank you for praying for me and for letting me pray for you.
Thank you for letting God use you to restore my soul each time I played with you.
Thank you for letting God use you to heal my broken heart.
Thank you for letting God use you to show me, I am lovable.
Thank you for letting me fall in love with you.
As I squeezed you goodbye, I was certain I was leaving a huge piece of me on that mountain, and with that I knew I had given my all, and I have you, Joseph, to thank for that.
With an incredible amount of supernatural love, Ana
