Marco's Gift: A Mother's Reflections on Life, Love, and Destiny

One night before a school holiday, our niece Stephanie called our son, Marco. She had found and purchased a silver cross of a certain type he'd long been looking for, to wear around his neck. I watched my son's face light up as she described it. Stephanie promised to deliver it the next evening.The following afternoon, Marco lost his life in a fatal accident near our home. We buried our beloved son with Stephanie's gift.Months passed. A friend looked for his grave, and called me to say she couldn't find it in the cemetery where our son now rested. We hadn't placed a marker yet, finding it difficult to do so; but I reminded her that Marco was near a large, hollowed out, dead tree."Didn't you see the tree?" I asked. "I didn't think you could miss it."My friend paused a moment. "My God. We were in the right place. I did see the tree," she said. "But Debbie the tree looked as though it was dead, but it was in full bloom. It was covered with white flowers!"This is a story about transformation about unspeakable loss, persistent love, hope, faith, and redemption."I look at my sister Debbie in awe. She has gone through the most devastating, life altering situation, one that would have destroyed most people. But rather than giving up, she has emerged a new person and this is Marco's Gift."-Denise DeVito