I think everyone has a special someone on their minds for Memorial Day. People they want to remember and honor. Here are my family’s “guards.” About a week ago Preston and I were outside eating Popsicles, he asked me how my late husband Dana died. So, I told him. He asked me if I had a picture of him. I said there was a picture of him right next to his Mom In Heaven on the wall upstairs. He said “Oh yeah! They are our guards!” I asked him what he meant and he told me that he knew they watched out for us and so does Great Grandpa Jones. I asked him how he knew that. And he said Primary. I told him he was right. They are our Guardian Angels.
Monday, May 25, 2009
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It's amazing how often I find myself thinking of Dana. I always picture him laughing at the things Grayson does and egging him on if he's doing something naughty.
Especially the naughty thing.
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