My bright beacon

Today is my departed son’s birthday. I woke up with tears in my eyes; quickly wiping them away; I wouldn’t want my youngest (12-13) to see me mourn his brother.

Go, go, go. Don’t think. Bury yourself in work.

I had a very good busy day. At lunch my phone rings.

I never thought anything could make me happy today!! But by God’s grace, my daughter calls to tell me that they had been given the results of their tests and that she and each and every one of her fellows had passed! 50s and 60s though they were, their marks are bright beacons of freedom and hard won accomplishment. “We were so depressed, Mum. Getting weak marks had gotten us down. Only a very few got the usual standard. We were so ashamed.” But their Dean had made a brief speech, “Slightly more than 75% of the students were able to make it to the exams. And regardless of your marks, each and every one of you is, in my eyes a hero. As long as you stand firm, nothing can destroy our country. You will win this war for us.”

My daughter is one of so many students who have striven hard to keep their faith; through terror and death, through every concievable danger; they never gave up, they continued to work and hope.

There is yet a long journey ahead, but at least this stage is passed with success.

My beacon shines brightly in my heart.

Comments

[Susan]

your story breaks my heart

[ljm]

Congratulations to your daughter and you with this very good news. You've let us know how hard she's worked toward her studies against all the odds. It's ok to grieve for the loss of your son. Tell your younger son how much you love all your children. I'm so glad you got good news on such a sad day.