(Inspired by a child’s FACEBOOK post.)
Dear God,
Will you please take care of my wife?
She died year ago today. And I expect is either with you in heaven or patiently waiting her turn for admission. Little confused about that Purgatory thing, and since she suffered a lot during her life, I figure she paid for any venial sins a long time ago. Based on what I know of her life, I don’t think she had any mortal ones on her permanent record. Don’t forget from her twenties on she never had a good day with her diabetes. Childness was another heavy cross she bore without complaint. And, in the last years, the strange blood disorder that she allow the “medicine men” to experiment on her was the final one. Never heard her complain. Although at the end she was impatient to be released from this vale of tears.
I miss her very much.
I am happy that you let me have her as my wife even though she got sick. She was the best thing that ever happened to me. And, she made me a better person.
I hope you will play with her. She likes to play with balls — especially catch with little boys, bowling before her legs gave out, and her beloved basketball. Of course, if you have a few slot machines, that would keep her entertained for hours. She can show you her “Irish luck”.
I am sending a picture of her so when you see her you will know that she is my wife. By the way, thanks for giving her that fantastic day January 21, 2011. She felt great; not perfect but pretty near the old Ev of her youth.
I really miss her.
Dona Nobis Pacem
With apologies to a young girl named Meredith who gave me this idea.
Fjohn
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I’ve always believed that after a year, one has to grant oneself “amnesty” and move on. I’ve tried to do that after seeing my relatives literally drive themselves nuts with regrets. Today marks a year. I hope that tomorrow the healing begins. Although I doubt it.
Love ya, toots!
(To which she’d always reply “Don’t call me toots!”. Wish I could hear that one more time.)
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