Letter to My Children (May 15, 2021)
I came down to Virginia last week, hoping to see you all. None of you, nor your pastor Star Scott, responded to my plea to see you. Mothers day was agony. Every day has its pain, missing you all. It NEVER goes away, I just try and stay busy.
A family friend of ours died last week also. Yesterday at the funeral, I watched your childhood friends give sweet tribute to their mother. Hugging them, talking to them, I was thinking this is what you used to be like. Open and free and kind and good. Now you are like cold robots, who refuse to interact with your own parents, relatives and old friends.
Right after the funeral, drove to the building site, your Grampa and two cousins had finished up pouring the footers. The lumber in the photo came from Grampa, he reused it for years doing cement jobs. Storing it in his basement. Amazed at the ingenuity of your Grampa, and uncles and cousins. Proud of them, grateful for them. We are a family. You are part of it. God placed you with us. Anyone who divides you from us is a thief. Be brave. Come home and see us. Jesus turns children to their parents, natural family. To love and care for them.
No one replaces your own family heritage. No one. God set it up that way. The genealogies in the Bible show that. God so loved the world, he gave his only Son. Recall your roots, be givers of love to your parents, relatives. Like you were raised.
Love you very much.
Mom
