She waited patiently for her children to arrive. How long had it been? It seemed like forever since they were all together for a holiday. Janie went off to college in 1967, she was the last to leave. Mark had joined the army and left for Viet Nam earlier that same year. Jeff, the eldest was on his own by 1965, he wanted to “find” himself so off to California he went. Thirty years have slipped by. We tried our best to stay close, but there was always something in our paths. Life moves along so quickly and we always think there will be more time. There rarely ever is.
Mark never came home from Viet Nam. I never again had the chance to tell him how much I loved him. I never got to brush that beautiful curly hair away from his eyes ever again. I miss him so. There has always been an ache in my heart for him. I trust God that he is safe in the arms of Jesus, waiting for the rest of us to arrive.
Jeff managed to find himself although it took a lot longer than anyone thought it should. He made it to San Francisco in 65 and stayed long after his welcome was worn. Sex and drugs and rock & roll until the fall of 1971. Now I am not to sure of what happened, a mother seldom is, but I think it is safe to say he found whatever it was he was searching for. He passed the bar exam in 1978 and went right to work as the attorney he had studied so hard to become. Legal advocate for the homeless.
Janie finished her schooling in in 1976. She ended her studies in Europe and started her life in Paris. I know it has been a wonderful life for her. I often wished she had married. I think her career consumed so much that she never wanted children and therefore saw no need for nuptuals. I think she has been happy.
Jack, my husband of 52 years, the love of my life, passed in his sleep only three months ago. I am comforted with the though of Mark being there to greet his beloved dad. It has been a lonely time. I have kept myself busy, sorting out the accumulation of our lives. I have my volunteer work at the hospital and my dearest friends who are always there for a cup of coffee or the occasional dinner out. The womens group at church has helped a lot too. I do often sit quietly and miss my family.
The midnight service on Christmas eve, oh how I had looked forward to it. The thought of spending my first Christmas without Jack was almost more than I could bare. I thought the candlelight service would be encouraging and uplifting. Sharing with my closest friends, the blessing of our Saviors birth. It was a snowy night so I left a little early. I never saw that snow plow…..
I lay here patiently waiting. Jeff arrived a few hours ago. He looks tired, I am sure he works too hard. I know he is worried about me. The doctors were not very hopeful. I need to let him know it’s ok, I am ready to go. Jack has come for me, he too is waiting patiently for Janie to arrive. I cannot leave until she is here. We have missed so much of each others lives. There is never enough time. Janie! My beautiful girl. I am so happy you are here. I wish she could hear my thoughts. Please don’t cry. Don’t have regret. I love you both so very much. I would never have let you sacrifice your lives just to spend more time. You are children to be proud of. Oh, how I wish they could hear. Mark! My darling boy! You have come for me at last. We finally have our family together for Christmas. I love you all and wish we had more time. Death moves along so quickly and we always think there will be more time. There rarely ever is.
Well thats it my short story. I hope it causes someone to take a little time this Christmas season. Blessings!