I want to take this time to thank each one of you for every text, call, message, and encouraging word that was given. My heart has been blessed, my mind has been encouraged, and my spirit has been lifted. Each time I felt the pain and heartache closing in, all I had to do was open fb and instantly I was lifted. I can not find the words to adequately express my appreciation to each of you. Friends, family, acquaintances, and strangers....you all played a HUGE part in strengthening me. I wish that every person who has extended words of comfort could have personally met my little man. He was a constant joy, always cheerful, always full of life and love. Not a day went by that my dear little darling did not kiss me at least 5 times. I miss his lips, I miss his arms, I miss his gorgeous eyes and the ready smile that could brighten the darkest days. I know every parent feels as though their child is the best. I know every parent feels as though their child is a gift. But I can tell you without an ounce of doubt (and I mean no disrespect), that MY darling boy WAS a true gift sent here for a purpose. His time here was too short, his time here was not enough for me and his daddy, 100 years would have not been enough, for his love was truly unconditional. His love was a miraculous love, a powerful love. He was forgiving and kind. He would actually THANK me for correcting him. He would say, thank you mommy for telling me what to do or mommy you always know what to say. He called me his Queen, he honored me each day. He had a gentle playful spirit, yet he was rambunctious, mischievous, and so so full of life. We never knew just what Kasen Man was going to come up with next. Every day was a new adventure for him. I never knew what his name for the day would be (some days he changed it 3-4 times). He would call himself Mikey (ninja turtle), Superman, Iron Man, Deathstroke, Flash, Batman, the list goes on and on. He would not answer until you called him by the name of the day (but sometimes he forgot to clue me in on just who he was, lol). One of my favorite names he called himself was changes into things, ROFL! His imagination was wild. He was always on a mission to fight the bad guys so that the good guys would be safe. He used guns, swords, knives, and even vacuum cleaner extenders or clothes hangers. Anything he could find to defeat the enemy was his weapon. It may seem to you as though he were playing childish games, but to his father and I.....we wonder if he were fighting (unbeknownst to himself) against an enemy force that was coming against our family. Well, I have news for Satan, he LOST the battle! Les and I have bound together in unity to proclaim that what the devil may have meant for evil, is being used for something Good! Les and I will continue our sons legacy, we will go forth in battle from this day forward to wage a war against the enemy of our souls, against the enemy of YOUR soul! We will stand in the gap for all who needs us! There is a strength that only comes from our God and Savior that has been placed into our hearts and minds. We WILL be victorious! We WILL do more than survive, we will thrive! We will fight for you, we will seek Gods face for YOU! Please, if there be any wonder, amazement, interest, hunger, desire at all....even in the far recesses of your soul, come to us, call upon our Lord. He hears you, he loves you just as he loves me. He wants to give you the peace that he has given me, he wants to lift you up as he has raised me. Hear the cry from the mothers broken heart....let not my babys death be in vain! Worship, worship our one true King! Love always, Kisha.
Posted on: Thu, 03 Jul 2014 21:10:57 +0000
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