My Aunt Barbara passed away last week. I've felt numb and angry by turns. She had a good long life. She was over 80 years old. She was one of the most kind, most Christian people I've ever known. The world is a colder and crueler place without her. It feels as though someone has cut out another piece of my heart. I miss you Aunt Barbara. You were never judgmental. You took people as you found them, flaws and all. You loved them despite (or perhaps because of) those flaws. Tears seem inadequate. My soul hurts. There aren't many like you at anytime. You were my touchstone. When I wanted to give up you gave me the swift, metaphorical, kick I needed. When I just needed sympathy or someone to listen you seemed to know that too.
I know the Angels rejoice, Jesus smiles, and God, well God keeps His own counsel. But I know both He and His Son will be there to greet you. Do I believe that? I don't have to. It's enough for me that you did. I love you, always.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment