I thought for a while about the place for today’s sunshine. Because it is Christmas, I wanted to commemorate the day. Yet I’m not a churchgoer. My view of the world tends to be pretty earthbound, one very focused on the everyday life I am trying to live in the best way I can. So I was not sure what to do.
Then I thought of a scene that has touched me very much over the past week or so.
I run or walk along the Pennypack Trail almost every day, weather permitting. At one end of the trail lies a small park, Rockledge Park. It’s a modest little site set among houses and small businesses. It has a gazebo, trees, grass, and a few benches.
One of the benches is dedicated to a little boy who didn’t stay very long on earth but whose memory is clearly special.
A week or two ago, I noticed the bench and little tree had been decorated. Someone remembers.
I decided to add my sunshine. So my husband and son and I went to the park this afternoon and set it in place. As we walked up to the bench, the bells from a nearby church began playing Christmas carols. I felt grateful to be here with my own son, my own little family, on a holiday that honors a son, and in this particular place of remembrance for a son.