Walking near Faneuil Hall in BostonWe saw this monument and were captured by it
Who was this bronze man and how did he earn the statue?
No signs, no labels, no answers.
We asked a passerby who also didn't know.
Our son, 4 years ago, apparently wondered the same thing.
His 6'2" frame was dwarfed by the bronze man
but he tried to match his stride.
Later, reading our son's blog to remember what he did in Boston
We came upon this photo.
Rachel's precious camera work.
Today we walked where he walked
Without knowing.
Without knowing
We breathed his air.
We noticed what he noticed.
We walked in his footsteps.
Without knowing
We shared this memory.
Time and distance are relative things.
It was our own monumental shared moment.
A gift for today.
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Oh, I am so glad for you.
I did a little investigating.
Statue - Mayor Kevin White.
http://www.flickr.com/photos/wallyg/494991642/
Oh my goodness, I can't imagine how special that was. Happy for you :)
What a gift! Thanking God for Rachel, photography, your ability to take this trip, and the "sharing" of it with Joey, through time and space. For time & space are nothing, in the face of your love for him.
Reminds me of a song I used to sing:
"I walked today where Jesus walked,
In days of long ago.
I wandered down each path he knew,
With reverent steps and slow.
Those little lanes they have not changed,
A sweet peace fills the air.
I walked today where Jesus walked,
and felt his presence there."
Your poetry is far better though, Karen. And really means much more, too.
Love, Bill and Lu.
What you saw was a blessing. You didn't know but a blessing just the same. God knew!
Gary
what a blessed moment for you. I am sure it was breath taking for you. Seeing the photo was special, did you get a picture of yourselves also? Enjoy your trip. xoxo Sharon
Similar experience for me this week as I walked where my brother last walked. Not the same but only an ounce of what you felt. It was bitter sweet.
I was there for 30 minutes before the memory stopped me suddenly with a rush of emotion. I cried as I was in a hurry and not paying attention to my surroundings--not even trying to drum up memories---so they must be strong and conscience in our sub-conscience.
I can only imagine you would like to go back and breathe again in the same space--- because I slowed my pace upon realization of the moment. It caused me to pause in heart and mind.
Hugging you type and holding your heart in mine.
what a lovely picture of your son. a sign that God does indeed work in mysterious ways. what were the chances... sending love & peace to you today, from just a skip away... xo
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