It seems so long ago that we sat in this room, watching the fish swimming, a good movie on the tube, and the dogs wrestling. It seems so long - was it only two months ago? I still talk to you. It seems strange that you aren't answering my questions or commenting on my Jane Austen movies. The girls don't look for you anymore. They find my lap or settle on the couch. Am I the only one waiting for you to come home?
I know you aren't coming. You are home. You walk the streets of heaven with our Lord. You have no pain, no fear, no trouble. Knowing this leaves me with mixed emotions. I miss you but would not call you back to the pain you lived with. Now, only I am in pain.