Remembering Trent

This is a picture my grandson, Trent, drew of me when he was 3 years old.
When he showed it to me, I asked why are those yellow lines under my eyes. He said, “those are tears.”  I remember a creepy feeling came over me and I wondered if he had some kind of ESP. He had never seen me cry. He is 3 years old, why would he think about me having tears. 
Tomorrow would be his 39th birthday, but he died in a plane crash when he was 12. Shortly after his death I was gathering up his drawings to look at. I had saved some of them. By the time he died he was on his way to becoming a very good artist. When I came across the above drawing his prediction came true and more tears rolled. 


Our lives moved on and February 13, 2010, on Trent’s birthday, God sent me a Great Granddaughter. Her second birthday is tomorrow. Now the day has a happier meaning, but we never forget.

He always had a pencil in his hand drawing another picture.

The big birthday

He made this painting when he was 10 or 11.
 I couldn't get a very good picture of it. 

Now on a happier note this is the little cutie that was born on his birthday 2 years ago.
Happy Birthday Leah !!!!