It keeps happening. The 27th rolls around again, and we count another month since the accident and Kalkidan (I’ve left this sentence unfinished for an hour – what do I say – passed away, died, went to heaven?)
Yesterday as Eby and I walked along the beach, he said, “I miss Kalkidan.”
“I know Ebs, I miss her too. Sometimes I still can’t believe she’s gone.”
“It happened too fast.”
“Yes, it was too fast for all of us.”
One moment she was with us, and the next, she was gone.
I don’t know if our hearts will ever adjust. In an instant of crashing metal and shattering glass, she disappeared from the world.
I know she is in heaven and now knows only love, but some days we still reel from the shock. Today is one of them.
Hear my cry, O God; listen to my prayer.
From the ends of the earth I call to you,
I call as my heart grows faint;
lead me to the rock that is higher than I.
For you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the foe.
I long to dwell in your tent forever and take refuge in the shelter of your wings. Psalm 61:1-4
We cling to the rock that is so much higher – we throw ourselves into the arms of love.
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