Comments on: Valuable parting gifts http://grieving.blogsome.com/2008/12/18/valuable-parting-gifts/ "Whoever survives a test, whatever it may be, must tell the story. That is his duty."--Elie Wiesel Sat, 02 Jan 2010 07:02:32 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=1.5.1-alpha by: The girl left behind http://grieving.blogsome.com/2008/12/18/valuable-parting-gifts/#comment-410 Fri, 19 Dec 2008 07:11:15 +0000 http://grieving.blogsome.com/2008/12/18/valuable-parting-gifts/#comment-410 I can understand that; I once spent 5 minutes searching a box my sweetie had left with me when he passed, just in case a hair of his might be in it. He had precious few of them left, but I always thought it he was so cute the way he carefully combed his hair. I can understand that; I once spent 5 minutes searching a box my sweetie had left with me when he passed, just in case a hair of his might be in it. He had precious few of them left, but I always thought it he was so cute the way he carefully combed his hair.

]]> by: won http://grieving.blogsome.com/2008/12/18/valuable-parting-gifts/#comment-409 Fri, 19 Dec 2008 02:45:54 +0000 http://grieving.blogsome.com/2008/12/18/valuable-parting-gifts/#comment-409 This past summer, my eleven year old son was in the desert for two months as part of an outdoor wilderness/behavior modification program. The kids lived with next to nothing, and thrived on routine and appreciated the simplest of things. When I was invited out for the weekend, it was glorious. The day before I left, my son asked me to give him something....anything for him to "remember" me with. I quickly racked my brain, wondering what I could and would be allowed to give him in that environment. I ran my hands through my hair, and began frantically pulling out as many hairs as I could. I put them in the medicine pouch he wore around his neck. I will NEVER forget the act of pure love he showed as the next morning he gingerly, carefully and with specific intent pushed each of my hairs safely inside that pouch he wore around his neck, close to his heart. This past summer, my eleven year old son was in the desert for two months as part of an outdoor wilderness/behavior modification program. The kids lived with next to nothing, and thrived on routine and appreciated the simplest of things.

When I was invited out for the weekend, it was glorious. The day before I left, my son asked me to give him something….anything for him to “remember” me with. I quickly racked my brain, wondering what I could and would be allowed to give him in that environment.

I ran my hands through my hair, and began frantically pulling out as many hairs as I could. I put them in the medicine pouch he wore around his neck.

I will NEVER forget the act of pure love he showed as the next morning he gingerly, carefully and with specific intent pushed each of my hairs safely inside that pouch he wore around his neck, close to his heart.

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