In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Wall to Wall.”
My walls look so different now that I have a frozen teenager. I have no photo to change, no memory to add of Jonathan. I see the pain in his eyes, that no glossy smile can hide. In time, the rest of the photos will catch up and pass him by. Adult Daniel and Natalie smile back at me. . . grandkids laugh and play, but Jonathan’s photo has no update.
His growth is now captured in snapshots of how you and I live differently. Hang snapshots of love, forgiveness , generosity, and hope on the wall of your soul–they are my new photos of him.