Blue plates, bowls, and cups covered the counter. Tied with ribbons, flowered napkins enclosed individual cutlery. The forgotten supplies, tucked away on a top shelf, had been rediscovered after several years.
On June 3, 2005, Alan and I celebrated our wedding surrounded by family members. From across the country, they came to our small, but special service.
As I retied ribbons, tears filled my eyes. The leftovers items would be used on our seventh anniversary for a more solemn celebration.
Alan’s daughter Stephanie traveled from California to be a part of our wedding. She met my family and reunited with hers. Happily, she joined in the festivities. During the ceremony, she and my son Chris lit the unity candle as part of the service. Though her stay was brief, the time with her was meaningful.
On Sunday, we will again gather with family and a few friends. Instead of a marriage, we will celebrate a too short life.
Her laugh still echoes. Her smile shines. We will remember how she loved children and giggled at her dad’s blunders. She contributed to his mission trips by sending boxes of items. Though postage was way too expensive, it was her way of being a part of it.
Cards always came for his birthday and Fathers Day. The last one arrived just two days before she died. She loved her dad.
Stephanie’s sudden death shocked us. Children aren’t supposed to go first. Sometimes they do.
Traveling the road of grief isn’t easy, but there is comfort in knowing she knew Jesus. We also know that we aren’t alone.
Psalm 30:5 Weeping may remain for a night but rejoicing comes in the morning. (NIV)
II Corinthians 5:8 We are confident, yes, well pleased rather to be absent from the body and to be present with the Lord. (NKJV)
John 14:27 “Peace I leave with you; my peace I give you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your heart be troubled and do not be afraid.” (NIV)
