Today marks 21 years since he dropped me off at school in that old brown truck blaring Lynyrd Skynyrd. I would get so embarrassed and beg him to turn it down. I hated that truck, but what I wouldn’t give to ride in it one last time.
I stood in my great grandmother’s garden unable to get my brain to make sense of the words I had just heard. “What do you mean there has been an accident? Timmy who?” The following weeks were a blur filled with sadness and anger. March became a dreaded time for our family whose only purposed seemed to be a month long reminder of heartache. It would forever be remembered as the month that my mom buried her son; the month I said goodbye to my big brother.
Two thousand thirteen, the year I married the love of my life. It just so happens that he is the same age that my brother would have been. March 17th, the day he was born. Six, the age of the little girl that became my daughter. March 19th, her birthday. The 31 days of sadness that once ruled the month of March were now replaced with a little bit of happy.
We found out we were pregnant with twins the fall of 2016. We were thrilled to find out we were having a girl and a boy. We decided early on to name him Timothy after my brother. They were supposed to be born mid May, but lo and behold they made their arrival mid March instead. March 18, 2017, the day the twins were born. I can remember sitting in the NICU holding sweet Timothy when he was just one week old, and for the first time in 20 years my day wasn’t overwhelmed with sadness. Instead, I couldn’t help but be grateful for God’s amazing mercy and grace; And while nothing will ever completely take away the pain and sorrow of losing my first best friend and Bubba, I am forever thankful for the way God transformed a month of heartbreak into a month of blessings and unspeakable joy with the birth of John, Julia and the twins.
THE END.
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