Wednesday 29th April
On our walk around the town today we stop at the church and light candles for you. We sit for a few quiet moments, and reflect; silently the tears fall.
We are finding it so very hard to accept that you are no longer here with us.
Returning outside, we are bathed in bright sunlight, although it is still a bit chilly, and we make our way to a coffee shop to meet up with a friend we haven’t seen for many years.
We talk and talk, for almost two hours. Remembering our families and children who grew up in the town, and went to the same schools. It was lovely meeting up and reminiscing.
And of course we talked about you: your struggles and your achievements. The difficulties you faced and the wonderful experiences of the world that we were able to give you.
Just before leaving, she passed me a hand-written note:
“We will not all sleep, but we will all be changed in a moment, in the blinking of an eye, at the last trumpet.
For the trumpet will sound and the dead will be raised imperishable, and we will be changed.
For this perishable body must put on the imperishable, and this mortal body must put on immortality.
Now when this perishable puts on the imperishable and this mortal puts on immortality, then the saying that is written will happen.
Death has been swallowed up in victory.”
(1 Corinthians 15)
I read this through and wondered upon its meaning.
Does it mean that death becomes a door of hope?
Does it mean that the spirit is now free from the prison and the poison in the body?
I do hope your spirit is flying and soaring free. I do hope you are smiling down upon us. I do hope you can feel our presence at your graveside today.
And yet I still cry for you.
Gone in the blink of an eye.
And the sadness we feel is immeasurable.