Throughout his life William loved to wear a hat. From a Davy Crockett coonskin to a Stetson to a variety of helmets and caps he sure didn’t mind messing up his hair. From time to time I sit quietly holding a few of his hats. I love them.
I close my eyes running my fingers over the seams and emblems hoping a few memories will send my heart soaring like the eagle offering courage to face, yet, another day without him.
Be a trooper. Be strong. Have courage. March forward.
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I thought it important to preserve his military hats in photos. Do you ever sit in a room with your son’s things? Quiet time with him is more of a good 😊 thing than sad.
Lisa, your words always bring me to tears! I feel the deep sadness and agony you bear in what you share, but those very personal snippets of your life are also incredibly inspiring for me and so many others. I am thrilled and truly honored to have you as my friend.
If nothing else I hope I show others it is possible to move forward and thrive. You are most dear to me my friend. ❤️
Lisa, I know how hard it is for you! I don’t know how you bare this weight with such grace. You are an inspiration to me, and you help me to understand that we will get through another day.
Marcie you are stronger than you think and while in your presence have felt nothing, but grace. The truth is we know how to put on a great show to make others comfortable. We are lucky that folks want to surround us with love and support. Keep celebrating your Harrison and let the whole world know what a kind, talented and much loved human he was and is. <3
I remember some of those hats 🎩♥️
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I love to sit with Aidan’s things. Kyle, Molly and I still wear many of his favorite clothes. Yesterday, I got to enjoy my neighbor’s kids playing with his Legos. It’s nice to have his things with us everyday. Not a shrine, but used and loved. ❤️
It’s like a warm hug whenever I put on William’s sweatshirt and I bet you feel the same sense of joy