My Pebble was only 21 months old when he was called to Heaven, but he made an impression in all who met him. There wasn’t any room inside the funeral room to fit any more people, so they opened it up into the foyer and even outside. I can’t pinpoint one specific memory that I can truly say is my favorite, but I loved it when my Pebs would sing. He loved singing, and I would like to believe it had to do with me being part of our church choir while I was pregnant with him that helped him have a love for singing. We would worship in the car, in the shower, at get togethers, in every opportunity, we would sing! He was my singing partner. When he passed, it was impossible for me to hear music, much less sing. This tore me apart. If you know me, you KNOW how much singing was a part of me. It felt as if I would never enjoy doing this again in my life. When I first gave it a shot, I did it with such pain. It was singing through shrieks and agonizing screams. The next time, it wasn’t as bad but still painful remembering my little singing partner wasn’t going to chime in with me. I don’t know how many attempts it took before I was able to finish a song without breaking apart, but it happened. I can sing, worship, praise Him for hours again because I know that even if Pebs isn’t singing with me here on earth, he’s joining me in melody somewhere close. He’s always singing with me, and soon, we’ll do it again together face to face. I can’t wait!
What is your favorite memory of your loved one? I’d love to hear from you.
Pebble's Pond 
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