Remembrance

A LETTER TO MY DEAR ONE IN HEAVEN, WEDDING MEMORIES...

A LETTER TO MY DEAR ONE IN HEAVEN, WEDDING MEMORIES...

Dearest husband of my heart:

I am assuming you are one of the “great cloud of witnesses” written about in the

book of Hebrews. That you were privy to the ins and outs of the weekend our

beautiful granddaughter Tessa married Luke. That you smiled, and even shared

some of this joy with one of your heavenly friends, or Jesus, perhaps? Or even

that a whole contingency of those who have gone before, who loved us on earth

participated in celebration. Though I cannot know for sure I, still earth-bound, can

assume.

SPECIAL JUICE AND OTHER FOOD GROUPS...

SPECIAL JUICE AND OTHER FOOD GROUPS...

I’ve had a yen for “Special Juice” lately. Maybe it’s that summer has never been complete without it. Perhaps it’s that everything glorious about this late July and early August weather has been particularly “special” as well, given the Polar Vortex, the drenching May and the cold gray June we had this year. What’s more likely is that the “Special Juice” person, aka Bob Carlson is residing in heaven and no one on earth has yet been able to duplicate his perfected recipe, least of all me.

"THIN PLACE" REFLECTIONS...

"THIN PLACE" REFLECTIONS...

Today is the third anniversary of my husband’s death. His vital spirit departed his earthly body at 12:10 AM, Monday, March 7, 2016. Three years gone like yesterday or three years gone like a lifetime ago. I see his last breaths, long, slow and then stilled. I watch the color fade, feel the warmth diminish. His spirit taking flight. Despite our agony, our profound sadness, it is a Holy time, a thin place, the diaphanous gauze that separates heaven and earth, life and death nearly indistinct.