Dylan's best friend Caleb was in a tragic traffic accident and passed away. Dylan described him as "the only friend I had that could run as fast as me and liked what I liked." We met him a couple of times on our visits and he was a good boy. We loved him because Dylan loved him. I wrote this for Caleb:
When little boys go home
It’s hard to pin point what it really is: Maybe it’s because they are so tender with their mothers. Maybe it’s because they love to play with their dads.
Maybe it’s just because they seem to love life so much. They will play to the point of exhaustion, but won’t go to bed without a fight. In a little boys ideal world you would run until you fall asleep and then sleep where you fall until you wake up and start running again.
They will play any game with a ball. And if a game is not going on, they will make one up. And they don’t need to be outside. They can make up just as many games in the house. As long as it includes throwing, or bouncing, or chasing a ball they can entertain themselves for hours. In fact, if the game involves a little screaming from mom, all the better. We’re glad when they are smart, but we are proud if they can knock the ball out of the park.
Maybe it’s because when they do get tired, they are just so fun to cuddle. Normally they won’t stop long enough but to give you a short hug. But when they are completely worn out, then they will finally slow down long enough to hold and squeeze. That moment just before sleep is best. They eventually relax and cuddle in close as if they finally accept us into their world. They slow down just long enough to let us in, then they are off to sleep. That is why moms don’t want to lay them down. They will hold them close just a little longer until another duty calls, then they will reluctantly put them in bed to rest up for another day of running.
And then there is the laugh. It is so great when you find just the right tickle spot. They laugh so loud that everyone looks, and you are so proud that your little boy is happy. If the whole world would laugh like a little boy, we would have a wonderful world.
Maybe it's because little boys give us hope. We watch them run and play and laugh and enjoy the world, and we think; "this one is going to get it right." We want them to do better than we did. We want them to make all the right choices. But all that will come. When they are little we just want to love them. We want them happy and fun loving and full of life. We want it to last forever, for they are an irremovable part of our very being.
That’s why it’s so hard when a little boy goes home.
Grandpa J
7 comments:
I am still deeply saddened by this unexpected turn of events. What you have written is beautiful.
You have an amazing way of words and expressing the heart. Thank you for sharing this.
Their family and Amy's family have been in our prayers. We are so saddened by this news. We send our love!
We have been thinking so much about Caleb and his family as well as Amy's family. We are so saddened by this news; there aren't enough words to express it. The pictures and words are so special!
You expressed yourself so beautifully. My prayers are with those involved. Bless their hearts.
great- now Im crying again. We're missing that boy every day.
I was not home yesterday and brought in the mail late last night. Just opened this morning the beautiful note Diane sent me. We, too, feel so blessed that Quinn found Amy. They are such a good, sweet family. We are thankful that they take good care of each other and even though we know some days are hard and even some weeks, because they cling to the covenants they made it gets them through. Diane, thanks for the letter and especially for the example of taking time to sit down and do thoughtful things. WE LOVE THE JORGENSON Family. Have a super Sabbath!!!!! Jerry, I love what you wrote here about boys. Our prayers are with the Mathison family!!
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