Josh Baskerville connected with me.
I did not seek his company, nor did I talk with him and yet he connected with me.
This happened firstly through phone calls from Mum and Dad, followed by chats with other family members.
Talking and discussing built a small link between myself and Josh, but when I clicked and opened a picture file on my email one day, I became connected.
Not only by name and heritage lines but by connections of family. This was Josh Baskerville, son of Terry and Shona, looking at me through his blue eyes, his only way of communicating with me.
The questions that he asked were already asked, and it was the response to these questions that he was seeking. The response that he sought was not one of pity, or one of sympathy, but one of love and compassion.
He connected with me by his expressions of overwhelming love.
Love that seems to flow through generation lines, where time and patience within family have built layer upon layer of strong links of love. The heartfelt love of family as David and Terry and Shona gave their tributes to Josh was immeasurable as I sat surrounded not only by my own children and other cousins, but brothers and sisters, wives and husbands, and distant family members. The love I felt and saw today I know will be lasting and this love will flow through to the next generational line, this I know, just as previous Baskerville generations have had this engraining attribute, so will the future generations. Josh was evident of this endearing quality of expressing love that binds one to another, creating these connections that can only be shared and not kept within.
Josh connected with me.
So wherever we go from now on, there will remain that connection, the binding of family with love, eternal hope and joy. The binding to the heart where no thing or person or time can remove these family connections.
God bless,
Pip
