My oldest son has lived with a seizure disorder all his life. It has often been uncontrollable and painful. At the age of 16 he underwent what would be his first Brain surgery.
As he was being wheeled into surgery he called out,"stop," I need to tell my mom something." As I took his hand and leaned over his bed, he said, " Mom, I love You," "and If I don't see you after surgery," I will see you in Heaven."
As I sat alone in the waiting room, thousands of miles away from home, I was filled with fear, I thought, "what if he knew he wasn't going to make it.?" Then a peace that passes all understanding came over me that moment, as his words ehoced so clear and I realized he was telling me he would be all right no matter what happened.
What better last words for a mother to hear. Nothing would have ever been able to fill the hole in my heart had he left me that day, though his words would have carried me through as they did, and continue to do today.
My love for the color Purple begin the following month of October, 1994. One of the first things my son wanted to do when he got home was paint his room and that is what he did, with his head still in bandages, he painted it one of his favorite colors.......Purple.
Years have passed and now he has his own place, a precious wife and two beautiful children of his own. He still struggles with his seziure disorder but, nothing like he use to.
His old room has sence been turned into my library, the walls are still Purple. I couldn't imagine them any other color. I'm filled with encouragement, hope and strength as I spend time in this room and reflect on the child I have been blessed with beyond measure. He is a inspiration to all those who know him. |
