Ticking clocks can be pretty frightening when they reminded me how quickly a full year has made a quiet exit through the inconspicuous rear door of history. Not even the train of her gown was seen disappearing through the doorway.
Whenever I hear your favorite hymn or lovingly behold your 'corner', I picture your small frame and the gentle smile that pulled back wrinkled folds of skin to reveal a cheerful countenance. Though you were gone before I could say goodbye, your presence has never left my heart. Your loving memory will remain embellished in my affections.
I cannot help but release a long sigh and allow tears to flow freely. Like a thin scab over a gaping wound, my emotions are still raw and tender even after so many months. This is how much you really mattered to me.
May you rest in peace and full assurance till our Lord returns.
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