Our Story from Start to Beyond the Grave: Memories from a 4 year old Jace*—- (43)

It’s been about a month since I last seen my Jace*—-. Of course, I’m missing him like crazy. I can’t wait until we can be back together again. I’ve been searching my mind trying to figure out how we can get together again. Mean while we continue our phone conversations and our instant messaging through AOL.

The last few weeks Jace*—- has been reminiscing about his childhood. I love hearing all of his stories. They help me to know who he is and how he became the man he is today.

It seems he has a few memories that he remembers from his 4th year of his life. One of his memories was pleasant and a very special moment in time for him. The second memory was unfortunately an unpleasant one.

The happy memory was shortly before Christmas. He was alone with his Mom, which from our conversation was something that did not happen often because of course at that time he had an older brother and an older sister. His Mom was spending her time going through and wrapping Christmas gifts for her children. Jace*—- wandered in and saw a train set. He was drawn to the “Choo Choo” immediately. Little did he know that this would be one of his very own Christmas gifts. He was so excited about the train set and so wanting to play with it. His Mom, seeing his beautiful little eyes could not resist his excitement. She took the train out of the package and went on to set it all up for him to see. For about an hour, his Mom and Jace*—- played with the train set, as she patiently taught him how to control its movement. He had the best of times. It was one of his favorite memories. It was time to put it away, with a promise that he would be able to play with it again in a few days. The memory was not only meaningful because he dearly loved his train, but because he got his Mom all to himself for a whole hour. Christmas morning his train was wrapped, under the tree with his name on it. It was all his and one of his favorite toys at that time.

The second memory took place in the family kitchen. His parents were arguing and it soon became physical. This was his biological father, whom later would leave the family through divorce. Please remember that Jace*—- was only 4 years old at the time. He was with his older brother and older sister when this  happened. Hearing that there was turmoil going on, the three of them came into the kitchen. His older siblings told him to go under the table, at which he obeyed. Immediately his brother went into action trying to separate his Dad from his Mom. His sister meantime went to the phone and called the police. Jace*—– wanted to go help out but remained where he was told to be. He never forgave himself for not getting out from under the table to try to stop his father. I tried to tell him every time it came up that he was only 4 years old and was in no way able to help at the time. Unfortunately, he carried around this self-imposed burden. To the day he died, he never hurt a woman physically and if he ever saw a man harm a woman. whether he knew them or not, he would take matters into his own hands, using whatever he had to break it up. Once they were separated, he would do what ever he thought would be the next best step, usually calling the police. I knew of times he literally would be driving in his car and pulled it over to take matters into his own hands. I loved and honored him so much for his convictions on the matter, especially because I was an abused woman in my first marriage. But I constantly worried that one of the times he helped out a woman that one of these vile men might pull a gun on him or something like that. Fortunately, that never happened, as God was watching over him. For which I will always be thankful.

This man loved deep, unconditionally and was very honorable. His friend Tweeter once told me that, “This man really knows how to love.” She was right. His love was amazing. When you were loved by Jace*—-, you knew he loved you with all of his heart and soul.

Next time more stories and find out when we will be together again.

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