My Husband's Story

As some of you may or may not know, Jeremy never got to know his father. Jeremy was 10 months old when he passed away.

In fact, I'm not sure that many of you know who Jeremy's father was. Click HERE to learn.

On June 5, 2009, they had a dedication ceremony for the Ft. Worth Police & Firefighters Memorial. It is located on West 7th Street along the Trinity River.
We didn't make it out there that day, but we went a few days later.

Jeremy has never really shown much emotion when it comes to his dad. I mean - when you are 10 months old, you don't exactly have "memories".
We have gone to the cemetery many times, but that never hit home like this memorial did.

My husband was really in awe at the fact that so many men & women have passed away in order to protect us. The reality of the intensity that goes into the line of work that these men & women do hit home.

Jeremy does not enjoy reading, and he actually took the time to read the stories of each officer and firefighter.

He just stared at his dad's name - engraved clear as day in the stone - and it made me sad to think that he didn't get the joy of meeting him. It made me sad to think that his dad never got to meet his grandchildren, or hold them, or tell them how beautiful they are. It made me sad to think that he never got to see the shape of Jaydon's face - because it is his. It made me sad to think that he will never look into Jilian's eyes and see his reflection. It made me sad to think that he didn't get to smell the spice cake I bake for Jeremy every Christmas. It made me sad to think that he never got to hear Jeremy play the piano ♫♪, or hear the bat crack as he hit a home run.
It made me sad to think that he will never get to enjoy moments like this↓ with his grandchildren...


It made me ponder the "Why do bad things happen to good people?" thought.

I know that the Man upstairs has a plan for us all, and I could question His ideas until I'm blue in the face.

Some of us are here 9 months, some are here 29 years, and some get a full 89 years.

At the end, the most important thing is to treasure every moment you have.

Enjoy hearing the sounds of your baby cry, the smell of their freshly cleaned hair, and the taste of their sweet baby breath.
...because we don't know what His plans are, and you never know what tomorrow will bring.

Have a good weekend, and enjoy the pictures below.







A special thanks to Sherry - ♥ a dear friend ♥ - who gave us a coin from the dedication ceremony that we missed. You made Jeremy's day and for this, I am forever grateful!