Then there are times only a gentle caress of a time worn hand or the feathery touch on a lock of hair hold all the meaning that words fail to provide, in final goodbyes.
Heaven is singing in joyful welcome while I am praising in anticipation, and our Lord holds us both in the palm of His hand as I pray a loving goodbye.
She says to me as I lean near, "I am the only one this way... I am". I silently cry, but simply reply, "Marguerite, you will be ok." Our glances lock and she begins, "There are three." She says with strength now and determination, and so I name the names one by one. She nods each time I mentioned a son. We speak of fried chicken, her room, and sunshine, with disconcerting words, using them in a casual way.
As shadows fill the room her head settles deeper into the dimple of her pillow, and her gray-tan hair forms a tight cloud around her head as she voices the lament that has tormented her for many years, "I can not see your face." I hold her cup and she draws a sip, then our hands clasp and I feel the warmth flowing through her nimble fingers. Fingers so talented, just a few yesterdays past they were on the ivory keys playing melodies though the titles are long forgotten.
I feel a squeeze or a trembling pulse within her grasp, it is time to say goodnight. Her golden hued eyes (deeply died from her disease) are closing and merciful sleep overtakes her. I watch the covers gently rise and fall.
Sleep well Marguerite,
May God bless you with rest.
Remember your dreams, and may
They come true.
Lord may I remind you of your promise, in Psalm 5:11
and add to that verse 12 please. Thank You.
Early this morning May 10, 2010 on this, her Mother's birthday, Marguerite went home to be in her heavenly Father's presence and Melvin's arms, as other family gather. The celebrating will go on forever!