January 11, 1974
March 20, 1974
Guantanamo Bay, Cuba
There aren't many words to say about today. I remember January 11th as a joyful day, but rarely get through it without a few tears. I think anyone who knows me knows that my faith in Christ is what held me together when I unexpectedly lost Matthew, and what has continued to sustain me over the years. I just miss him more on days like this when I would love to pick up a phone to wish him a happy birthday. Yet, he is in the presence of his Heavenly Father and I rejoice with him.
Today, I will think about the joy he brought into my life. Believe me, he was already developing a personality that made me suspect there would be a battle of the wills in our future! Yet, he also had a smile that filled my life with sunshine. He was only in my arms for 9 weeks, 5 days but he has been in my heart for years... and will continue throughout eternity.
Today, I will absolutely be missing him, but the knowledge that I WILL SEE MY SON AGAIN is not just a hope. It is a promise made to all of us who put our faith in Jesus Christ for our salvation.