<\/a>Edson with Anaya Last Year Before He Left<\/p><\/div>\n
Have I mentioned that Edson wants to be an engineer when he grows up? He wants to design buildings and talks about how he loves to draw and design them already and how, in school, all his classmates come to him and ask him to draw them something when there is a drawing assignment. I told him about how my dad and brother are both engineers and that they design bridges! He was astounded as I told him how they design them to cross huge waterways and tower over landscapes. When I bragged on my younger brother for his integral contribution to the design and construction of one of the biggest bridges in Canada his eyes got huge and his grin wide. He told me he wanted to design the biggest building in Mozambique!<\/p>\n
I sprung for a couple bottles of Coke and a couple chocolate candy bars and we went and sat at the beach drinking our cold Cokes and eating our chocolate, talking about his favorite movie, \u201cHomen Verde\u201d (It\u2019s \u201cHulk\u201d for you English speakers, \u201cThe Green Man\u201d as it translates from Portuguese), how there\u2019s a new one with The Green Man in it called \u201cThe Avengers\u201d and how well he does in Math class at school. He doesn\u2019t like his Portuguese class and prefers to stick to the science and math subjects.<\/p>\n
On and on the conversation went, mingling moments of life\u2019s victory into what has felt recently like a time of death\u2019s sting.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t forget these.\u201d I told myself again. \u201cThese moments are equally as important as the moments we are honored to accompany someone to eternity\u2019s door.\u201d<\/p>\n
These moments, moments of life, Coke, and chocolate, are the echoes of the good news that awaits us on the other side of that door. Without these moments, we would have nothing from which we could reference the hope we have for something exponentially better. It is in these moments that Christ\u2019s smile is reflected.<\/p>\n
\u201cDon\u2019t forget these.\u201d I told myself\u2026 not for the last time.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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