A Better Story

A phantom cry, the indentation where he used to sleep in his bed, my favorite onesie, a random bottle in the dishwasher.  I miss him.  Every day.

Beau is gone.   He had a tragic, lonely, sad story from his very beginning and I wanted to change his ending.  What’s so hard is that I didn’t want to be a part of his story for three and a half months, I wanted to see his life played out all the way through.  I want to see his happy ending, not just play a part in it. 

As it is, we aren’t just a part of his story, he’s a part of ours.  My mistake was thinking that I had anything at all to do with the script.  It turns out that as much as I want to write this book, I’m not the Author.  And the bigger picture, through the pain, will always be that there’s a better story to be told.  We just haven't glimpsed those pages.

“Have the courage to live under strain and pain to be part of a better story.  A larger story.  Don’t wimp out.”  Beth Moore.

As weak as I feel right now, I don’t plan on ever wimping out.   There’s a larger story to be told.  Keep reading…