"I see an other world"
I thought about those words as I drove through the country side today. The clouds hung heavy in a blue sky. Round bales of hay dotted the green hills The air was fragrant. Flowers merrily decorated country homes. Horses and cows grazed. Fall is in the air- a perfect day.
I heard those words years ago, from the lips of a frail, elderly woman who clutched my hand tightly. The blue eyes captured mine.
I asked the obvious question- what do you see?
"I tell Jim (her husband- deceased for some years) that they are here. My mother, my sisters. Every time I close my eyes, I see them. When I open my eyes- they are gone"
A common experience, I've found, of the dying- no matter what their faith backround.
It comforted me, as it always does, to think that someone meets us- to think that we do not walk that path alone.
I shared that thought aloud- think how much they must love you- to come meet you and take you home.
The blue eyes softened, the grip relaxed. She considered this idea- maybe she wasn't crazy after all...
We sat for a bit, hands linked, silently contemplating our own stories.
"What's it like", I wondered aloud "that other world"
Smiling now, she answered me drowsily "it's alot like this one"
On a day like today- I hope that she was right.