Another Day

Here it is Spring and today was a beauty, you did not get to smell the freshly cut grass, do you know the mushrooms are being found in your woods? The sun shown so warm and gentle today, it did not touch your face. For you are standing the the presence of another son, a much more powerful one. One that you can adore and serve, I just miss you so very much. I needed you to help fix Olivia’s bike seat yesterday, Mom helped but you would have done it so much more quickly. I need you to listen to the sound our green car is making, it’s a kind of whining sound, you would have known right away if it’s something to fix or just nothing. I miss you everyday, wondering why you were taken from us so quickly. No time to have another cup of coffee, no time to ask just one more question.  Your one fingered wave is no longer. I know you are watching over us, I wish you were here though, I want to see your smile hear your laugh. I can’t give you lemonade after you bag our lawn this year. Terry planted 168 hills of potatoes before Good Friday, you would have been suprised. 

Your bluebirds are back, Terry cleaned the houses out for you. No mice this year!  Freeman is getting married this Wed. you would like his Susan.  Matthew looked @ your tools in your shed  on Monday and knew you were the last to touch each one. Where to start? We can’t begin where you left off, we can’t put things together like you could, we can’t fix what’s broken, for it is our hearts this time and even you can’t fix them.  When will this ache stop? when will we stop looking for you to walk in the door, when will not need you anymore? Well, questions like that are hard to find answers too, you were the person I would ask. So, today is a day to remember you, right now is the time to tell you I love you and miss you. You are in my heart and that will Never change. I just still can’t believe you are not here.

Good Spring

You know Spring being here, Finally, we feel the sense of relief and I have to say Spring to me is more than a season change, more than green grass, more than soft rain plopping on my glasses, it’s a second chance for we who feel like our second chances are all used up.  It’s kind of like good music, when you can’t remember the name of that group who you were sure you’d never forget such important things, when I was a teen I lived from event to event, you know the movie Friday night, or the concert we waited for weeks to go to.  Like the ramble of a English major want to b’s I digress. The second chances I speak of are rare glimpses into my true self, knowing life has more to offer and just waiting for the right moment to reach out a grab it with all I have. I think it all boils down to faith, faith in our Lord and Savior, faith in our eternal tomorrows, to serve him and each other. Unconditionally, after all he serves us day after day without as much as one hesitation. Knowing we don’t deserve anything from him, yet he stands on the promises he made so many years ago. So the least we can do as obey (as best we can) his word and give of ourselves without looking for what’s in it for us.  It’s personal, those promises Christ made so long ago, they are for us right now, today.  I thank God for such opportunities to speak my mind, share my faith and be myself.