Natalie handing out #milesformitchell shirts to construction workers who are working on a very special project for a very special DMD family. This is #mitchellsjourney in action.
We may not be able to save lives, but we can make lives special for those who carry heavy burdens.
I'll post more about this project on instagram.com/mitchells_journey/
As I watched these beautiful souls talk it occurred to me that while age may divide us, it is our hearts that combine us. And, like little Mitch taught me, when we see with our hearts we see everything that matters. And when we do that, generations crumble to the earth and all that remains are souls.
Laurel wanted to see the cemetery and visit our boy. Locked in arms, these two women a generation apart, yet sisters in sorrow, carried each other's broken pieces in a most beautiful, healing way.
This morning we were visited by a woman we met through #mitchellsjourney as Mitch was beginning to die. Her son passed away a few years prior and because of her hardship, she was uniquely prepared to help us navigate the process of death and dying. I spoke of her in my funeral address and described her as a lamp unto our feet as the path before us was dark and very scary.
In town from her home state of Alaska, she had visited us once before about, a year after Mitchell passed away. That, also, was a tender exchange.
Today was a reunion just as sweet as these two mothers joined hearts in loss and love. Laurel, this kind stranger-turned-friend gave Natalie a children's book that had a most beautiful message about the love a mother has for her child. The book is entitled, "Mamma, do you love me?"
As she read the book to Natalie they both cried, and I sat on the couch next to them and cried with them. I will always marvel at the beauty and power of motherhood.
