Thursday, August 27, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
It was a sunny day, around noontime, the streets crowded with cars and pedestrians. On that particular corner there was a traffic light which stopped the cars in all directions for a few minutes. The light changed to red; the cars stopped. The crowd of pedestrians hurried off the curbs, moving every way, including diagonally, across the intersection.
The time had come for parting, and I started across the street. I stopped almost in the center, with people rushing by me. I turned to look back. Instead of moving off in the crowd, my father was still standing on the corner looking at me. To me he seemed lonely and perhaps a little sad. I wanted to go back to him, but I realized the light would change and so I turned and hurried on.
Years later I talked to him about that moment. He told me that I had misread his face. He said he was not sad; he was concerned. He had seen me look back, as if I were a little boy, uncertain and looking for assurance. He told me in those later years that the thought in his mind had been: “Will he be all right? Have I taught him enough? Is he prepared for whatever may lie ahead?”
There were more than thoughts in his mind. I knew from having watched him that he had feelings in his heart. He yearned for me to be protected, to be safe. I had heard and felt that yearning in his prayers—and even more in the prayers of my mother—for all the years I had lived with them. I had learned from that, and I remembered."
I hope that Simon can feel our prayers for him. I hope he can feel our love for him. I hope he can remember. I hope we did enough.
"A mother holds her child's hand for a while, their hearts forever."
P.S. We went back up to Flagstaff on Sunday afternoon to deliver a few more things to Simon. We shared the elevator with a young man holding two bags of groceries. We asked him how he was doing. He said, "Sad. My parents just left and my mom cried." He got off on the 6th floor. I hope he has a nice roommate. I loved his heartfelt honesty. This separation thing is happening all over. Simon's roommate seems like a nice guy. He likes Calvin & Hobbes and The Brave Little Toaster. That was comforting.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Oops. Gravity finally won out over Ryan's swim trunks. Mom to the rescue.