Beyond the door
There’s peace I’m sure.
And I know there’ll be no more…
Tears in heaven
I talked about my ex’s friend who was on life support after giving birth to a healthy baby. She passed on leaving behind a husband of less than two years and a week old baby who will never feel his mother’s touch.
Life is short. And now the uncertainty of financing grad school seems stupid. The anger over my son’s lousy elementary school and the frustrations due to my Upward Bound students’ laziness all seem like worthless issues to exert so much emotion over today.
Now I feel lucky. Lucky enough to be able to experience those emotions at all. Lucky that I may have touched and motivated the life of at least one of the students I worked with. Lucky that I have a son I’ve watched grow up over the last nine years. Lucky that breath runs through my body which enables me to make mistakes, dream and enjoy.
I can think back and see her laughing, enjoying our day, and talking about the future. We all know our time on Earth is short. But she never knew it would be this short. That day we laughed and laughed and laughed none of us knew her time was winding down.
I am, by no means, a religious person. And maybe that means I don’t have the right to post this but I will because it just rings true to how I feel right now.
we thank you now for all her life,
for every memory of love and joy,
for every good deed done by her
and every sorrow shared with us.
We thank you for her life and for her death,
we thank you for the rest in Christ she now enjoys,
we thank you for giving her to us…
