October 6, 2001
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I sat on the bench clutching the string attached to the balloon bearing Mom’s name. The wind moved it back and forth like an upside down pendulum ticking away the minutes. Someone was singing a song in tribute to the people victimized by Alzheimer’s Disease as we waited for the Memory Walk to begin. The mood was upbeat, but my heart still felt heavy. A kilted man playing the bagpipes started us off and away we went. Once everyone got back we all released our balloons together and watched them as they disappeared into the sky. I felt as if I had let go of Mom and she was drifting away. Drifting much too quickly for me to change my mind and retrieve her. Out of reach and gone before I could utter a decent farewell and no amount of wishing will ever bring her back. John 16:20 Verily, verily, I say unto you, That ye shall weep and lament, but the world shall rejoice: and ye shall be sorrowful, but your sorrow shall be turned into joy. . |
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