A friend shared a wedding video with me this morning. A garden wedding not unlike my own. During their vows, I heard her late husband’s voice for the first time. There are ancient assumptions that are made uneasy by this. Isn’t that gone from the earth? Aren’t they gone? Isn’t the world less complete than it was without this piece of the puzzle? Without MY piece of the puzzle.
Mary wasn’t one for speeches or quoting Victor Hugo. She just knew how to live, lead, and laugh. Her laugh is what I remember clearest. It was hers alone. The two of us around a fire after everyone else had crashed, watching our sons clowning at a party, with her sisters preparing another grand dinner, and checking out bartenders with friends, her laugh is what stands out in all those moments. It was goofy and honest and full of love.
It’s not gone. It’s recorded in videos; but more importantly, it’s molded into many hearts. A permanent fixture in the ones who knew and loved her. We are blessed to carry that special puzzle piece with us until we are reunited in Heaven and finally get to hear the real thing again.
God bless,
Jason