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Array ( [sid] => 153108 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Tickets [time] => 2009-09-11 21:08:56 [hometext] => A love between father and son [bodytext] => Tickets


Lord, the tickets came today - football season tickets.
My husband held them proudly.
Yes, they are for the hometown team, but there’s more -
and it goes much deeper.

He pointed to the address.
It was addressed to our son; the one who is no longer with us.
I ache every time I see a piece of mail dropped in our mailbox
addressed to him.
It reminds me that he used to have a life in this life,
but he has one no longer.

My husband, on the other hand, treasures seeing the
name of his oldest son on these tickets.
They remind him of all the games
they used to attend together; he and his brother.

Entertainment still goes on and we must go on…
dragging the broken pieces of our hearts behind us.

Tickets…

Now, father and remaining son still go. They must go -
for the love of the game.
They smile, they laugh; they munch and sip…
For those few happy hours, they excitedly watch their
team score touchdown after touchdown…in a perfect world.

Do they remember that it used to be three of them? Certainly, for they shared a bond; a bond of love
that cannot be broken.
And the three of them still share a bond of love
for he lingers permanently in their hearts.

So it’s really not about the tickets…
It’s about the love between a father and his sons.
The bigger picture is always about the Love of the Father for His children; His sons and daughters.
Thank You, Father, for leading by example, and showing us how to love.

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Tickets

Contributed by picklepuss on Friday, 11th September 2009 @ 09:08:56 PM in AEST
Topic: LoveRemembered



Tickets


Lord, the tickets came today - football season tickets.
My husband held them proudly.
Yes, they are for the hometown team, but there’s more -
and it goes much deeper.

He pointed to the address.
It was addressed to our son; the one who is no longer with us.
I ache every time I see a piece of mail dropped in our mailbox
addressed to him.
It reminds me that he used to have a life in this life,
but he has one no longer.

My husband, on the other hand, treasures seeing the
name of his oldest son on these tickets.
They remind him of all the games
they used to attend together; he and his brother.

Entertainment still goes on and we must go on…
dragging the broken pieces of our hearts behind us.

Tickets…

Now, father and remaining son still go. They must go -
for the love of the game.
They smile, they laugh; they munch and sip…
For those few happy hours, they excitedly watch their
team score touchdown after touchdown…in a perfect world.

Do they remember that it used to be three of them? Certainly, for they shared a bond; a bond of love
that cannot be broken.
And the three of them still share a bond of love
for he lingers permanently in their hearts.

So it’s really not about the tickets…
It’s about the love between a father and his sons.
The bigger picture is always about the Love of the Father for His children; His sons and daughters.
Thank You, Father, for leading by example, and showing us how to love.





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