SIX RED ROSES

SIX RED ROSES

By: Darrelyn L. Tutt

A small little grave marks the life of a sweet little child:
Brett James Skoglund.
Brett died in infancy, the first of five children, my eldest brother.
I never met him, saw him, or knew him ...
And yet he, out of all the living family members, provokes the largest concentration on thoughts about heaven and eternity.
I look long and intentionally at his photo selecting and highlighting traits of resemblance:
-Immense blue eyes.
-A most perfect little teasing nose.
-Long fingers signifying the early potential of creative trait.
-The signature mark of intense curiosity emanating from the beautiful imploring eyes gazing far away and beyond the photo.
He's wearing a red, white, and blue jacket and he looks altogether patriotic which is a most true depiction of my Dad.
The little red, white, and blue jacket with the three silver buttons is in my possession and being held at this very moment. The precious little jacket glides across my cheek and I bury my nose into it, trying to pick up the scent of my eldest brother; trying to pick up the scent of heaven.
Mostly all I can smell now is "me" and that's alright; our scent is mingled together and the thought is sweet and fragrant to me.
Sentimentality is not the focal point of Brett's life or this devotional;
Eternity is.
Brett is home with my Heavenly Father and he brings to mind "matters" eternal.
For this I am grateful.
-The six red roses placed on his little stone this year will be placed there by my Dad, in loving memory of a younger living sister, upon my request. The site will be meaningfully visited at a later date but the "Memorial" occasion will be honored on the day.
-The book of James will be poured heartily over and meditated on throughout this extended weekend, in loving memory of his middle name "James,"  which was selected in fondness of the New Testament book by my Dad.
Indeed, my Dad had portions of the book memorized at the time. Maybe this will become a spiritual goal worth aspiring to in loving memory of my brother and the "Keeper" of my brother.
And God will be glorified in life and in death by a bond that the grave can't disrupt.
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May the entrance of this Memorial Day highlight reminders to each of us of the life ever-after.
May clarity of a "Living Stone" be given us, and may discerning beyond the grave be granted us, as we walk amongst stones which cannot speak and yet which very loudly do speak if we're listening.
There is life beyond the grave and Christ gives us hope.
And because He lives ...
We can face tomorrow.
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"So when this corruptible shall have put on incorruption, and this mortal shall have put on immortality, then shall be brought to pass the saying that is written, 'Death is swallowed up in victory.' O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory? The sting of death is sin; and the strength of sin is the law. But thanks be to God, which giveth us the victory through our Lord Jesus Christ."
1 Corinthians 15:54-57