Boots by the Door

Your boots are by the door

You know, the ones you always wore

You’d kick them off just inside

And that is where they’d reside

Until you needed to go away

By the door is where they’d stay

It has now been over a year

That those boots have been sitting here

The mud still visible on each sole

The front left toe had a wearing hole

But that is ok and we are all aware

Those boots by the door are for only you to wear

They are symbolic and will live forever more

In our home right by the door…

Christina Herold Trueblood

9/10/2018

IMO Cody A Trueblood

2/10/93 – 8/20/2017

Author: Christina Herold Trueblood

My name is Christina Trueblood. I am married and live in Central Illinois and am the mother of two, a daughter and son. Unfortunately, I lost my son in August 2017 in a single vehicle truck accident a couple of miles from our home. He was 24. I have documented some of my story on Facebook over this first year and have been encouraged to start a blog. I hope to help other families who have gone through loss and struggle to make any sense of it. My faith has kept me going and I believe one day, we will meet those loved ones we have lost again and it will be as if no time has passed. Until then, I want to honor their lives and know they left a mark on my life! Please follow me and share your stories. View all posts by Christina Herold Trueblood

2 thoughts on “Boots by the Door”

Oh Chrissy, so poignant. Wow. It sounds like something I have written. Idk about you, but I can get everything out on paper. Keep up the writing and blog. I’m so proud of you.💖

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