It wasn’t something we used to do. Of course we didn’t have the technology either. But now, we can and we do. We take selfies. They are unflattering, awkward and rather egocentric simply by their name but they capture a moment. And as in everything, when one captures a memory sometimes that memory hurts the heart.
Two weeks ago today I was heading home from the Bluegrass convention. I didn’t have time to stop but something inside said to pull off at Zumbrota and drive to that all familiar address. For twenty minutes I held the hand of a dear friend. We went down memory lane, , she asked about the things I told her in my last note to her, we laughed, said “I love you” and then prayed. What if that was it? What if all our meetings ended that way? Today I sat by the fire and cried. I love my cabin. It’s a great place to quarantine myself. Today was another one of those moments that hurt the heart. Friday I had been thinking of Lil. I wrote my love in a card and mailed it. She won’t ever get it. Friday Lil went to meet Jesus. The last thing I did for her was all I could do. All I could do was share my heart, say I love you and pray.
I had to search on my phone for the photo I knew was there. A selfie of Don and Lil and myself. Now both of them are with Jesus . And all I am left with is a selfie that hurts the heart. And I wouldn’t trade it for anything!
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