Together Again

She was fifty one years old and had just lost a child. Her youngest daughter passed away the day after giving birth to her second child. She sat in her parlor and searched her Bible for the comfort she knew she would find there. She read her Bible every day. It was a habit she had formed over the years. It had got her through hard times in the past and would do so again.
Her son in law wasn't able to care for a baby and a two year old boy.His own Mother had passed when he was only 14,leaving just his father,and he was a bachelor. She would have to take care of them. Fortunately, she had a big house that was mostly empty now. So it was decided. She would raise these two boys until there was a change. The change came three years later when her son in law remarried. The little boys didn't want to leave the home they had grown used to and the new wife wasn't exactly thrilled about having two boys to start a marriage. They stayed with the only mother they had ever known. Even the older boy didn't really remember his mother,she was just a faint memory or a light scent in the air. And the years passed.
The youngest boy was seven years old now. He rarely saw his father anymore. He knew he had two half brothers. Pete and Harry. They lived in a different town and it was far away. He did see them on rare occasions though.
He was a little jealous that they had their mother. Not that he didn't love his Grandmother,he did very much ! She was as kind and loving to him as any mother could possibly be,maybe even better. Still, the other boys would talk about their mothers and how their mothers would play games with them. His Grandmother was too old for jump rope and hopscotch. Or running and playing hide and seek. He sure wished he had his Mom.
It was Mothers Day, 1931. The boy sat down with scissors,paper and crayons. He carefully folded the paper in half. Drawing the outline of a tulip on the paper he carefully cut it out. Using his crayons he colored it in. Turning it over he colored the other side as well. Finally, opening the two halves he wrote inside, "I made this little card to say,I love you Mother in every day."
The boy took this card to his Grandmother who was sitting in the parlor.As was her custom,she was reading her bible. He showed it to her and said he sure wished he could give it to his mother. The grandmother smiled at him and said," give it to me and I will put it in my Bible.
God will find it there and give it to her." Do you really think so, the boy asked ? " I'm certain of it,"the Grandmother said.
This story is not a story per se. I know this story because the boy was my father. I have the Bible that was my great grandmothers and there inside the pages is the card.

The Card

It has been there since 1931. My father cared for his Grandparents the rest of their days, just as they had cared for him. When he passed away in 1990 he was cremated. His ashes were returned home and placed in the ground between his mother and father. At last he was with his mother and father,a family together again.