Sometimes I find myself thinking I am stronger than I really am.
I am staying at my parents house for a few months and for a while now, I have wanted to see the pictures of Ollie in his casket.
Not sure why I feel this strong desire?
So, my mom found the pictures hidden on her computer and pulled them up for me, very slowly.
I prepared myself as we looked at the pictures of the displays we had put up to remember all of Ollie's favorite things.
Then, came the top of his head in the casket, I saw his sweet blonde hair groomed ever so nice.
I softly began to let out a cry.
Then the next picture,
Ollie's sweet face......this is where I began to sob.
The tears came flooding down my face.
I quickly turned my head and sobbed.
I had to tell my mom, I couldn't handle this like I thought.
I just could not handle the look of death and remembering his body all frozen in time.
My sweet Ollie.
His precious body laid to rest.
Sometimes I am weak....and that is understandable, I suppose.
Here's to the eternities.....and Ollie living on in my every breath.
And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes; and there shall be no more death, neither sorrow, nor crying, neither shall there be any more pain: for the former things are passed away.