#SOL16: The Promise of a Red Rose Boutonniere

Devon at 14.

This afternoon, I took my son clothes shopping.  This is a very unusual situation as I can count on a single hand the number of times we have shopped for clothing since Devon became a teen. But these new clothes are for a prom he'll attend at the end of the month.

While we were at the store and later, I thought of Rob. To die a quarter of a century too early is a definition of loss. I thought of all my husband will never see and it makes me so sad.

Devon in a new suit.
New dress shirt.
New shoes.
New belt.
New tie.

The promise of a red rose boutonniere.

How you would have laughed, Rob and taken such joy in our son who has grown taller than both of us and holds on dearly to all those lessons of love you taught. Thank you for that and more than I can say here.