The purpose of this post is to help those needing healing, to heal just a little more. It doesn’t start out sounding like that though.
Dear Son, you have an interesting set of parents, both employed for the past 29 years at Walt Disney World. You live with the nightly option to look out any of our back windows, or simply sit at the dinner table, and watch Disney’s Magic Kingdom fireworks.
And wether we watch or not, hearing the booms is never an option, it comes inside our home even with the windows shut.
And during the day, the Walt Disney World Railroad steam train’s whistle, and the ferry boat’s horns.
Coming home last night from Scott’s “Celebration of Life” service, driving through “town” (WDW), God put His gentle hand on my soul and said, “Remember the words Frank spoke in his speech, and how he was afraid he couldn’t ever bear to go back to Disney, unless he went right away, and how Disney’s Grand Floridian visit was the best thing he could have done to keep his Brother’s memory alive?”