Do you ever have one of those days where you know, you feel that
something is missing, but you can’t quite place what it is? I
don’t know if it is just runoff from the recent events in the news
or if I’m just truly realizing how special people are or were in
your life. I think about the days gone by and the people I
was blessed to share some time and space with and I feel so
lonesome that I just want to cry. In the garden yesterday, I
was thinking about all the times that I spent with my great aunt,
Lucy, and how we would garden and quilt and how humble she
was. I miss her. Then, as I laid out of church Sunday,
I began thinking back to the days when my Pastor, Kay (or as I
called him, Preacher Man), was still alive and how he encouraged me
to sing, even through his sickness, he was dying, but he never
stopped trusting God as he understood that God knew best. I
miss him also.
I was at the river a couple days back and right in the center of
the ford is the infamous spot where my cousin, Andrew, hung his
truck up! I wonder about him. What would he be doing
now, would he be married, would he have children? I miss him
too. And I still cannot pick up a bottle of Hawaiian Punch or
a tomatoe without thinking of one of the greatest friends I’ve ever
known, Miss Eula! I miss them so!
Then there are days when I just cry, missing my Grannies and my
daddy. I think about them often and I wonder if I ever knew
them, were they real people, did they really exist?! I think
about all of the things that we used to do, how being with them
made me feel and I wonder how they are doing in Heaven. I, so
often, think if I could just make a time machine and go back in
time, just to see them once more! I miss them so much that my
heart aches for them! I can hardly wait to see them again and
so I say, I am waiting for you, Oh, Lord!
