I am sitting in your house again today. I think of you almost every time I am here. I really wish I could have met you. When I am here I often wonder what you would think of what I am doing. I wonder if you would approve, disapprove, or just be confused.
I know I have a bit of your blood in my veins. I am fascinated by your life, and am thankful that I know as much as I do about it. I appreciate the hard work you did for your family, the love and devotion you had for your friends and church, and that you were honest. I take great solace knowing that God was your foundation and focus.
I think you set the bar quite high. I have a lot of work in my life to get to where I would not be embarrassed to show it to you. Knowing I will soon occupy your space makes me want to be a better person.
I wish I could ask you about your struggles as a mom, wife, Christian, and survivor. It would be so great to hear your answers. I suppose I can deduce some of the answers from the snatches of journal we have. For the rest, I will just have to wait till the someday we meet up.
Yours Truly,
Charity
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