I was not pleased with myself. It was the middle of summer and I had forgotten that I wanted a statue to remember my husband. I DID NOT WANT an angel. I like angels. I particularly LOVE THE HELP I get from the other side. I have many angel statues. I wanted more than an angel to express my husband. He was all things that an angel is: kind, caring, generous, helpful, considerate, patient etc. I’m sure you get the idea. But my husband was SO MUCH MORE.
There was always a twinkle in my husbands eyes. He was often up to mischief. He was full of ideas. Ready to take on a new challenge. I NEEDED MORE THAN AN ANGEL. There were many statues of soldiers. Although he served in the military, he was much more than a soldier. I wondered if I could find a fisherman. Or a motorcycle rider. Something that would express my husband’s personality.
Our youngest daughter went with me to the nursery near the campground to find a tree to plant in my husband’s memory. That is were I FOUND THE BOY. He had fallen, broke his football, took off the tip of his nose. He was marked down. Standing on a table waiting for me. He wore a cap tilted at an angle, hands in a pocket and was sculptured with a bandage on his leg. He reminded me of a rough and tumble boy. He reminded me of my husband. He was MINE!
Next question. Where should I put him. Should I wait until we get the tree and put the statue near the tree? Should I put him in the garden? I set him on top of one of our soldiers (name given to a huge tree trunk left over from the tornado)? Rain was predicted for the evening. I was concerned that strong winds would make the boy fall from his high perch.
My concern for the boy’s well being led me to the best place for him. He is standing on our deck. I can see him from my kitchen window. I can see him from sitting in my husband’s place on the deck.
The next interesting question can not be answered until I close up our camper for the FALL. Will the BOY stay in the country waiting for SPRING or will he come back home with me for the winter. Only time will tell.
Wandering With Spirit 
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