Surreal as the moon falling from the star-studded sky, so the day seemed.
My husband and I drove 80 miles north, to discuss the sun setting on my step – daughter’s life.
Such a day should have come later, of course.
The funeral parlor director wore a gentle, kind smile on his lips. After discussing details for the death certificate, he shifted in his chair.
Then the tall, thin stranger opened a drawer and presented a small, luminescent lavender bag.
“Here is the jewelry Jennifer was wearing when we picked her up,” he said.
A deep well of tears from the innermost part of my soul sprang forth. I wailed and shook as I felt the cracks of my heart crumble, creating a landslide of pain.
Truly, I know that’s not the case. Human life is more precious than words can begin to express.
The soft sound of the wispy, transparent bag kissed the surface of the hardwood desk, signaling the finality of Jen’s life on earth.
A cloud of sorrow engulfed us as the Jennifer’s absence seemed to echo through our hearts. Hollowness. Emtiness and sadness hung heavy in the air like thick, suffocating smoke.
The world would no longer see her smile or hear her captivating laugh.
How does someone reach across a table that seems as vast as the Pacific Ocean to clutch onto the jewelry – the only remnant left – of my stepdaughter, Jennifer.
Deep down, I realized her life was so much more than the pile of silver jewelry lying on the solid wood desk. I know she is living on the other side of glory, in beauty and peace we can only imagine here on earth.
Jennifer, I miss you more than the ocean is deep. ~