Stories of Lost Grandchildren
Memories of Justin
by Arnulfo Aguirre, Carpentersville, IL, U.S.A.
Jesus called the children to him and said "let the little children come to me,and do not hinder them for the Kingdom of God belongs to them". As was the day my grandson died. I have found that the most precious fruit often grow in the midst of overwhelming difficulties. Faith grows best on cloudy days (01-02-2004) I can only say to my brokenhearted daughter "if you follow your tears, you will find your heart. If you find your heart, you will find what is dear to God. And if you find what is dear to God . You will find the answer to how you should live your life, for this is what Justin would want" "I love you mom is a pretty accurate translation of the words Justin would say to you" the little man --the handy man --with a smile that could win you over at the flip of a coin. He stood tall in my kitchen --a power drill in his hands ready to re-install the doors to my refrigerator as the remodeling job came to a completion. Justin was a bit of an actor--in past years he would call me on the phone every Saturday to tell me the Ranger (Walker) was on tv. And then when we got together he would play-act a scene from something that happended or took place that week. There were other acting out parts such as the "Juan" story in which he would freeze in time as if he was trying to deliver a newspaper. Such stories can only be significant to Justin's best friend (Matthew and granddaughter, myself and a few others) For months we laughed about the slurpy story, which came about because Paige-- Justin's sister -had an idea--7-11--again significant only to those who participated. The American flag---the hush puppies in Florida--- Lindsey's convertible ride on a beach in california. And the list goes on and on. If only for a short time how blessed we were to have had my grandson in our lives. The memories are a vital part--as painful as they may be is what keeps Grandma and I trying to live each day to its fullest. Other blessings in our lives are those who are still with us and with whom we share our love collectively. I know, more surely than I know anything that Justin's love in death shall never die. Grandma and Grandpa Aguirre
Carpentersville, Il
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