Seven Months and Counting

     Today marks the 7 month mark of  Christian's journey to heaven.  He
makes quite the angel, don't you think?  Like I said before, Christian was
not your run of the mill 23 year old.  He was an old soul, who loved his 
tattoos, beer and all music, new and old, especially Classic Punk.  
Christian loved to design his own clothes, skateboards, and pretty much
anything he could get his hands on.  He was artistic to a tee!!  Some of his
favorite places to visit were breweries, record stores, Goodwill stores,  
Submarina's and Guitar Centers.  We would visit those places time and 
time again.  It didn't matter what we did together, we would have a blast
just hanging out, talking and laughing.  I visited Guitar Center today, and
it always seems like something is missing when I go in there.  Christian
and I used to just go in there and hang out.  He would grab a bass, a folk
guitar, an electric guitar, or even go in the drum section and jam.  It was 
one of his happy places.  My husband is a musician and loves to go in there
as well.  Him and Christian shared the love of music and loved talking
music and jamming together.  So I get to visit Guitar Center now and then,
like today.  I've never shared this story:  Right after Christian passed 
away, my best friend Lisa, who I have know for almost 40 years, came to
comfort me and help me.  We always laugh and have fun together, and she
told me that we needed to go laugh, not only because Christian would have
wanted me to, but because it was ok that I did and that I shouldn't feel 
guilty about it.  So we went to a water park and floated in the Lazy River,
one of our favorite things to do.  We had to get a locker to keep all of our
things in. So obviously, we had to make several trips back and forth to the
locker.  At one point I got to the locker and looked down.  I couldn't believe
eyes.  It was a beautiful creamy angelic- white guitar pick!!!! I bent down 
and picked it up and showed it to Lisa.  We looked at each other with tears
in our eyes.  How would a pick get to a water park? It was a sign from God!
Christian was just fine!  Playing music up there, I'm sure!  I held it in my 
hand tightly, not wanting to put it back in the locker, but needed to for
safe keeping.  Later Lisa told me that Christian was just fine and wanted
me to be happy and that it was ok to laugh,  just like he was in heaven.  Tears 
streamed down my face, and I knew that beautiful white creamy angelic
pick was a sign from God and a promise that He had my boy and he was 
safe, healthy and happy and playing beautiful music, I'm sure, with my 
brother Steve, who had gone to heaven in 2003, and who was extremely
musical.  Christian was 8 at the time, and I always told him years later 
 that I was sorry that my brother had died so soon, because  he would
have had fun jamming and laughing with his Uncle Steve.  Now they are
spending eternity together and jamming and laughing constantly, I am
sure.  As much as I miss my boy, as a big lump is in my throat choking
back the tears, I would never want him to come back from a place where
all of his dreams have come true. THEY THAT WAIT UPON THE LORD
SHALL RENEW THEIR STRENGTH; THEY SHALL MOUNT UP WITH
WINGS LIKE EAGLES; THEY SHALL RUN, AND NOT GROW WEARY;
AND THEY SHALL WALK AND NOT FAINT . ISAIAH 40:31