I miss this kid. I don’t just miss his presence. I miss his stories.
His sister misses his stories. They rode to high school daily and stories were shared, laughed over. His brother misses his stories. He would listen in admiration of his older brother. He would laugh and be surrounded with brotherly love through the connection of stories.
Wesley loves to tell stories. He is dramatic and I crack up hearing them. He engages his audience and wants a response. If I missed one of his baseball games, I didn’t have to worry. He would give me the play-by-play when he got home. Something funny at school? Wesley exaggerated the voices and mannerisms to spice it up. He knows how to tell stories. Unknowingly, Wesley has wrapped his family up with connections, love, and memories through his stories.
I can’t wait until Wes comes home. He’ll have a story to share.