Months ago, after having gone through all of Judson’s belongings, we gave a few boxes of his toys to our church.

This morning, when we took Jessie to the church nursery, there on the floor was little, bright-eyed, toe-headed Silas, the precious, almost two year old son of some friends of ours, looking up at us with Judson’s green race car in hand.  He was clearly enjoying the vehicle.

It was the sweetest picture (what we had hoped for when we donated Jud’s toys), but filled with such sorrowful undertones.

As we walked into church, tears flooded my face.