Two young men, brothers working in the same office, perished on 9/11. Their Dad is a member of our congregation and he and friends and family have planted thousands of daffodil bulbs around our church, in memory of those beloved young men. I have served on a committee with Neil, and one night he told us about a tradition he has with his precious grandchildren. As they sit down for a meal together, they hold hands and say, "We love each other, we love each other, we love each other". The night he told us that story, we ended our meeting the same way, holding hands, loving one another. We've done it at every meeting since then. I think Neil bears witness to the power of love and courage. His amazing testament inspires me. Especially this time of year, when all these daffodils are blooming, filling the world with hope.
Very beautiful post, Karen.
ReplyDeletewhat a beautiful and loving memorial to his sons in the daffodils...and in the prayer. What a terrible thing for a father to have to bear.
ReplyDeleteWhat a very touching post and so true about the power of love.
ReplyDeleteYes, Neil is a remarkable man. I am not sure how he gets out of bed in the morning, but he is warm and kind and brave.
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