I Was There Too
The memory caught me
completely by surprise.
As I was simply
going through my day,
a beautiful memory
my husband
and I shared
together
flooded my mind
and then my heart.
And I smiled.
And then I
laughed out loud
remembering
how funny it was.
And then –
then I wept –
the memory
so precious,
the time shared
so unique
to just him and I.
And as thankful
as I am for
each and every
memory I hold
in my heart,
I couldn’t help
feeling the
overwhelming desire
of wishing
my husband
was still here
to remember them
with me.
To be able
to say or to hear
“remember when”
and then to be able
for a moment at least,
to re-live the memory
together with him.
Nothing is lonelier
than a memory
remembered
only by one.
But it was
in this moment
of me wiping
away my tears
and wishing
with all my heart
the only one
who knew this
memory could still
remember it, too –
that God’s voice
came booming
into my heartache.
Not audible,
but not to be missed
either.
“I was there, too.”
“I remember it, too.”
His words caught me
completely by surprise.
As I was broken
in my sorrow,
this beautiful truth
flooded my mind
and then my heart.
And I smiled.
And then I
laughed out loud
remembering with God
just how funny
this particular memory was.
And then –
then I wept.
Oh, how I wept.
Tears
of thanksgiving
and joy
rolling down my cheeks –
because nothing
is more precious
than remembering
a memory
with The One
who remembers.~
~Stacy
