Jaran, Mom and I sat at a square table. The fourth side stared back at us, daring us to mention the missing member of our family.
Something about having Jaran here made Jolene’s absence more palpable. Because until March 17th, Jolene was the 4th member of my immediate family. I have no one else: mother, son …. That is it. No husband, no brothers, no sisters, father’s whereabouts unknown. I know that deaths often come in threes. I don’t even dare to express my fear. What if God takes Mom? What if He takes … Jaran? I can't afford to lose any more.
This weekend was doubly hard for Mom; many of Jolene’s knickknacks came from her home in Maine. The work multiplied her sense of loss exponentially. Jolene, her home on the coast, a lifetime in New England , her husband of 28 years.
Mom’s in good health. I have no reason to expect her to die. And I affirm that whatever happens, God will enable me to bear it.
But I will rest easier in my spirit when a year has passed and the three of us are still here.