Three Years Later
The spring air blew gently through the newly grown leaves. The birds sung a sweet melody from their nests in the large oak. All around life seemed to go on.
Except for one woman.
Her darks eyes glistened with tears as she once more read the inscription on the polished stone, the shock of it all was still about her.
J.S
Though his time on earth was short, he will live forever in our hearts
A new rush of tears arrived as a sob convulsed her body. They had been so close. So close to saving his life. Why were the fates so cruel? Just as she had dared to hope for a future filled with no more sorrow, this happened. Why couldn't she simply be happy?
"Pocahontas?" The woman turned to see her husband coming toward her. "What are you doing?"
She ran a had lovingly along the polished stone. "Simply saying good-bye." She sighed. "I just can't seem to let him go." She turned to face him. "Thank you for being so patient with me, my dear. I loved him so much."
John pulled his wife close, allowing her to cry in his shoulder. "As did I, love. He was our son. For some reason, unknown to us, God saw fit to take him. We don't always understand why, we must simply trust."
Husband and wife turned back to look at the grave. "I miss him so much." she whispered. "He was too young to die, barley six months of age."
"I know, my love, I know." He met her gaze. "The fever was simply too much for his small body to handle. But Jacob will always be in our hearts. Memories is something that no one can take from us."
She stood slowly and allowed her husband to take her hand and lead her back to the village. The loss of her son was a tragedy, but she thanked God above for the man beside her. He offered a supportive smile and pulled her close. As she rested her head against his shoulder, she felt a sudden peace overcome her. She knew,despite everything, shehad found her tomorrow