April 6, 2016
The sun was warming my skin, and the breeze was blowing my hair. I was writing the hardest paper of my life, and suddenly, I could feel his presence. I stopped writing and walked over to the swing set nearby. I sat in the swing and found the smooth sway of the swing comforting. I could feel Mason, and that feeling turned into joy. He continually surprised me with his ever-happy demeanor while he was living, but I didn’t expect to be surprised by his happy demeanor after he was gone. With this discovery of joy, I also felt hope for the future. I will be able to be with him again; I will be able to laugh and feel again, and I will be able to make a difference in the name of Mason. My expectation is not to do these things in any sort of time frame, I am just excited that today I was able to see past tonight.
The therapeutic value of Mason’s Memorial Garden is blossoming. It is hard for me to comprehend the love and support that this community has shown us. Today, friends, family, and strangers came to my house with shovels and wheel barrels, ready to get their hands dirty and make a difference. I also heard laughter outside. The best medicine is laughter, and listening to laughter was exactly what I needed. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you, Thank you… This means the world to us.
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