Missing You
I hope and believe that somehow, you'll read this. That somehow, you see us, even though we don't and can't see you. Somehow. I hope and must believe that we will all meet up again in the house of the Lord. It's been five years since you left. Did you say goodbye? I think you did, even though we did not realize that's what it was. The talk, five months before, about where you wanted to be buried. Saying that your work here was more or less done. Insisting on marking your students' scripts immediately even though you had weeks to get through them. Telling us to hold off on something that had been important and necessary. Little goodbyes. Wish we had seen them for what they were. But, we still would not have been prepared or ready to let you go. And on July 28, the event that started the journey of your exit from this plane on August 5. One week was all we had. Seeing you in Intensive Care, I knew you were leaving us. Hard to accept but... It seems like...