First Christmas after loss is hard.
But all the “firsts’ cut a little deeper.
I know even though my husband will be smiling when he watches his boys squeal in excitement opening up their gifts, he will have one thought on his mind,
And that’s okay, I just hope there is a certain amount of comfort he has looking at the family God has blessed him with.
I cant help but see my boys running through the dirty shop, tripping on tools,
grease on their hands and think that was the same exact sight Bill saw twenty or so years ago.
And instead of it being our boys,
it was Sean and his big brothers.
It’s a special thing to be a part of a family business,
lots of hard work,
but think of the reward of carrying on something,
from generation to generation.
I could only wish that my boys would have the work ethic that
my father in law instilled into his children,
that’s rare these days.
I am so thankful that Sean has his sons to remind him every day why his Dad started our businesses in the first place.
The boys have a way of keeping us always on our toes and smiling.
It is a reminder that THEY are the future,
the legacy we get the privilege of leaving behind.
They truly are Sean’s “arrows” that he gets to send out into the world one day.
Then comes the question,
to the Reader…