Thursday, August 27, 2015

First day of school

As I helped my daughter get on the bus for the first day of school today, it occurred to me that her mom had died at the beginning of this summer vacation, on the last day of school (June 5) from the last school year.

In my wife’s case, she certainly did not know the day and the hour. What a blessing that she knew her Lord when he came for her.

What a summer of transitions it has been.

1 comment:

  1. I think "poignant moments" like this are one of the more common elements of losing someone close to us. Things few other people would think about or notice.

    An unspoken comment, an unfinished sentence, an unacknowledged joke. Insider stuff.