Sunday, June 3, 2012

Graceland

And I see losing love
Is like a window in your heart
Everybody sees you're blown apart
Everybody feels the wind blow

Paul Simon, Graceland

During a six-mile run yesterday afternoon, that classic song popped up in my iPod. When those words were sung, my heart raced faster than the 140 beats per minute they were producing. Is this how people see me now? Probably, because sometimes it's how I feel, when I really miss her. Sometimes I don't feel this way, as if she's nudging me on, encouraging me not to become a bitter, desolate shell of myself.

A few days ago, it stormed, much like my week was a storm. At dinner time, the weather cleared and I took Pepper for a short walk. Through the trees, I caught a glimpse of an unbelievable rainbow that would stop your heart. I wondered if it was a full rainbow, so I walked to a clearing. It was perfect, a brilliant half ring.

I'm blogging today because I know what's coming. One year ago this Thursday, I lost my wife to cancer. The children lost their mother. My sister-in-law lost her sisterly soulmate. Many wonderful people lost their best friend.

I seem to find some meaning at every church service. Sometimes, like this morning, it's like taking an ice-cold shower. The opening hymn was "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord God Almighty," the gathering hymn I chose for Dori's funeral. When I sang the words "merciful and mighty," it shook me to the core. My faith has been rocked, no question. I'm hanging in there. I do not harbor ill will at God. Thy will be done, just like Dori told me and the kids. My time is coming. So is yours, and so is everyone else's. I have to accept that June 7, 2011, was Dori's time to meet the Father. Still not easy.

I watch my children, at church and elsewhere, struggling with their own faith. They are dealing with much more than me, I think, because they've had less time for growth of their faith. It is rotten that some children learn at an early age that life is terribly unfair. They also have it easier than me, in a way. They have their whole lives in front of them, Lord willing, to find some of the answers that are eluding them today. I pray they seek comfort and knowledge in their mother's wisdom, which they will find in the book she penned before she died. It is a gift from God, Miracle Grow for their souls.

Paul Simon ends Graceland with hope, that redemption will be forthcoming.

Maybe I've a reason to believe
We all will be received
In Graceland

Dori found hers in the loving arms of her God.


5 comments:

Donna Clements said...

Beautiful post, Jim.... Music speaks so deeply to us all. I'm convinced that not only will there be music in Heaven, it will be richer, deeper than we have ever understood.

Think of you guys all the time- will be remembering you and the kids this week and lifting up special prayers.

Blessings on you and your beautiful family..
Donna

Lisa said...

Jim - my prayers are with you, the kids and your family this week. My God's peace cover you like a blanket. Love and prayers! Lisa

Ronni Gordon said...

Yes, a beautiful post. My thoughts are with you. I hope you are saving these posts for your children. Maybe at some point you can put them together in a little book.

Jim said...

Ronni, I did print this post yesterday to share with them, thinking it would be worthwhile. Thanks, and I like the book idea for posts like this.

PJ said...

I'm sure Paul Simon's right. Take a little extra time for yourself, some small indulgence. Men don't do this enough.