When I think about the Legacy Project of Help One Now, I imagine the bricks laid, the mortar spread, the walls slowly inching higher and wider. I think about the backs bent and the hands scraped, the sweat dripped and the knees cracked. I envision the desks arranged and the books organized, the pencils sharpened and the doors opened. I think about the uniforms pressed and the shoes tied, the teeth brushed and the hair combed, the child eager. Small, simple parts of a big, beautiful whole.
I think about my son, the one who now lives among the heavenly hosts. I remember the two dimples around the smile, the side part of the blonde strands, the eyes like deep water and the hands still chubby like those of a baby. I think about my time with him, the books read while he nestled, the tears wiped when he hurt, the two arms that squeezed my neck, the kisses given and returned. I look back on his life, the first steps, the words learned, the spirit tender, the heart proud. Small, simple parts of a big, beautiful whole.
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