CAMERON’S GIFT
I wake at night often. Usually my heart is racing and my soul is stirred. The last 3 nights when the muddle wakes me I have opened my eyes and look to the heavens. I have a sense to take a full breath and slow my soul. I feel the stillness of the night. My heart reaches out to hear from my son. The chimes on our front porch chime briefly. They had been still and now they’re quiet again.
The chimes were a gift from loved ones with a message “to Cameron to play on”. Cameron was a cellist. –Cameron’s Dad, Paul
I wake at night often. Usually my heart is racing and my soul is stirred. The last 3 nights when the muddle wakes me I have opened my eyes and look to the heavens. I have a sense to take a full breath and slow my soul. I feel the stillness of the night. My heart reaches out to hear from my son. The chimes on our front porch chime briefly. They had been still and now they’re quiet again.
The chimes were a gift from loved ones with a message “to Cameron to play on”. Cameron was a cellist. –Cameron’s Dad, Paul
