Entry #52

2.5º
by Canterbury Soul


I woke up this morning. It was Valentine’s Day. I suddenly remembered the flowers and the cards he used to give me. But today, there were no cards or flowers. Someone ought to have received them from him.

I looked at my mother, her head over her arms. She must be awfully drained from all the crying. I loved her very much. I knew I would be away soon, and I was going to miss her. She was all that I had.

She lifted her head, looked into my eyes and beamed. Seconds later, they walked in.

For the next hour, I could only lie. I lay still in bed and I lied that I was feeling fine. The physical pain I had to endure was unbearable, but I was too distracted by my emotional pain to be bothered at all.

The question “Why” did not make sense to me anymore. But I still held it against Him, I must admit.

“…many things about tomorrow…I don't seem to understand…but I know Who holds tomorrow…and I know Who holds my hand…”

They went on for awhile in that song. I felt comforted; about 2.5º to be precise. And that level of comfort brought a smile on my face.

I shut my eyes.

I stood.

I could only hear whispers now.

I began to walk.

There was silence.

I opened my eyes.

I saw the most beautiful tree.

I felt the most perfect peace.

I finally understood Him.