Strength for a Moment
He came to life in the backyard around Christmas of 2008. Like all of us his life started when his creator made the choice to bring him into existence. Human hands shaping him into the man he would be. Not too tall, not too short, not too heavy and not too thin. Compressed, pushed, rolled and trimmed. All the while his creator, like our creator, knew that his existence was temporal. All the while his creator new that he could only stand for a short time but in giving him a life she also gave him a purpose. Even in human creation, using God’s own material, she could send a message with him being brought to life. Today his life bore the burden of telling our children and theirs that we simply wish they were here. Wish they were here to dance among the drifts, make a carrot nose, limbs of wood and lay Grandpa’s Stormy Kromer hat atop his snow covered head. Sit by the fire and open some presents, read a story of Santa and reindeer or simply hold Nonna’s hand. If he had a voice to speak even he would cry; “I’m so glad my life has a purpose, so glad that in my creation my life had meaning even as I melt back into the earth from where I came."