The girls and I have been attending a new church (well, new to us, lol) for a couple of months now. About a month ago, a young lady came up to me after church as we were in the entranceway and asked if I was James' mom. I said, yes I was/am....I thought to myself that she looked a bit familiar....
She told me she'd been James' caregiver about 6 years ago. I remembered her...she and her twin sister shared the job for the summer...
She told me she had just graduated nursing school...
....and that that summer with James had shaped her life, and helped her realize she wanted to be a nurse...all because of him. I promptly lost it. Bawled like a baby right there....
My boy lives on. I don't know if I will EVER see the full scope of his effect on people during his short life. His funeral overwhelmed me with the sheer numbers of people he'd touched....and two years after that, people are still coming forward.
Thanks Erin....you made my year.
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