I'll See Her Again

I am just as tired tonight as I was last night. Even worse, perhaps, for I came in the door crying and screaming. Then I remembered … I ran out of my thyroid medicine on Tuesday. Oops. Add that to a full work week, and no wonder I’m tired. Somehow knowing there are physical as well as emotional reasons for the exhaustion eases my self-disgust.

So rather than dwell on that episode, I will talk about my wise granddaughter.

My dear son Jaran mentioned Shannon on yesterday’s blog. At the memorial service Shannon attended, she told Jaran, “Besides, you’ll see her again.”

Oh, the precious faith of a child—the kind of faith Jolene always had, pure, undivided, regardless of the countless ways that God’s people disappointed her.

So … I’m no poet, but that sounds like a poem. I’ll try.

I’ll see you again.
I wish you were here.
My arms are empty.
His arms hold me.
Holidays, holy days, the first alone.
First of forever.
No one to care, no one to share.
I see it all.
I wish you were here.
I’ll see you soon.