He was Here.

I read something today that made me think. A woman's child had died 7 years ago. He had been very sick. She came across a prescription bottle of his and threw it in the trash. She thought about his name being on the prescription bottle and got the bottle out of the trash and put it back in the cabinet. For her, having it there symbolized the fact that he had been there and was not forgotten.

I had thrown away a prescription bottle of Peyton's. When I read this women's story, I regretted it for a second. Then I realized there are so many ways to tell Peyton was here. I see him in his friends. I see him in the changes his passing has brought about. The influence, the laughs, and the joy that he left are all proof that Peyton was here. It sounds so cliche', but cliches are usually true aren't they.

I am filling the hole he left with thoughts of him being in my Heavenly future. I do the best when I stay in the "right now". It is a tightrope walk... head up...looking straight ahead. No looking back to where I've been, no looking at the ground or distractions at my side. I'm going to make it to the end of the tightrope, wobbling less and less on my way. When I get to the end, I will hear, "Good job" from my Heavenly Father. God loves me so much.