how to do a man’s job…

I look deeper into his eyes… not really believing what he just told me… wondering if this is another not-so-funny 14 year old joke… only I don’t think he would joke about this.  “Freddie’s dead, Mom.”


I watch from the screen… trees partially block my view but I see 2 men shovels in hand… silently working side by side in the heat of the day… digging a final resting place.


I observe and my heart swells and skips and thumps wildly… I see the boy, no longer a boy, working next to the man who fathered him and fathers him… I see in the sound of metal hitting earth another life lesson best learned side by side.


I see my man teaching our man how to do a man’s job and my spirit soars for in this moment of the loss of a dog I am fiercely proud of my men!

3 thoughts on “how to do a man’s job…

  1. I posted earlier today but Firefox was not working 😦 (I'm using Chrome now)Just wanted to tell you how much your posts inspire and encourage. I'm sorry that your son and husband had to bury the dog but it is so good to see your son growing into a young man. Hope your week is blessed and God watches over you.

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