Last night I walked into
Mamaw’s room. This was the first time
since her death two weeks ago. In every
way it looked the same except maybe neater, as if no one had been there for
awhile. The moment I walked in I was
overcome with the emptiness of it, barely 20’/20’ but now as empty as the Grand
Canyon. As I wrote this I realized I
have been wrong in my interpretation of my feelings. It was actually as empty as the space that
the Grand Canyon frames, the space that is not there, the negative space. It was never the bedroom of my beloved Mamaw
that I entered so many times. It was the
life of my Mamaw that I had entered.
Even the Grand Canyon could not hold the meaning of that or any
life.
Only God can securely hold
life as we are given it to live on this earth.
I once heard that when we get to heaven there will be a grand parade and
all the heavenly beings will point at us an exclaim, “There’s a human being,
they survived earth and lived to tell about it!”
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| The Grand Bedroom Canyon |
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