06/07/2025
The Cross Story 🌿✨
Yesterday marked the 18th anniversary of our son Arentas passing.😇
At the same time, our daughter Kaia, who is 7 in couple of days is enjoying her holiday with her grandmother in Lithuania. It’s always hard to let her go, but this time I was ready. I released her with peace in my heart, knowing she will RETURN. She’s making beautiful memories, and I’m allowing myself to simply be – calm, full, and alive.
I even let my MIND take a vacation.
Eight years ago, on Arentas birthday – May 24th – we received the keys to this house. While moving in, I found a golden cross in one of the rooms. I thought it belonged to the previous owners, so I took it to them. The lady accepted it hesitantly – she didn’t remember having such a cross. Every time I met her afterward, she said the cross had no owner and she wanted to return it.
And then, yesterday – July 5th – she unexpectedly came to my shop. She said she was driving around in circles, couldn’t find a parking spot, but something inside told her: “I must bring it today.”
And she did.
At that moment I knew –
this cross belongs with us.
After Arentas passed, we bought two crosses: a golden one for him, and a silver one for me.
We put the golden cross on him. But now, when I try to remember what it looked like, no matter how hard I try – I can’t recall.
I wore the silver one for 17 years, until this May, on his 21st birthday, when I quietly took it off. With peace. With faith. With release.
And now, with the golden cross returned, I feel:
this is not an end, not a farewell.
It’s a sign.
That we have released each other.
That the bond is still alive.
That everything is in its place.
🌟 What do you think? Where do you think this cross came from?
