The heavy rain turns the field green.
Copyright © 2006 Barry G. Moses.
We spent another day at Steve's old house moving boxes, furniture, and other relics from his lifetime. The sky refused to cooperate today as it did before; the rain poured and the spring winds blew as we worked. Once again, emotions ran close to the surface.
When we moved his things the other day, I drove one car and Rhonda followed close behind in the other. I was listening to Christian radio and heard the song, "I can only imagine," where it says, "I can only imagine what it will be like, when I walk by your side. I can only imagine what my eyes will see, when your face is before me.
I can only imagine."
I thought of Steve, grandpa, and everyone who already crossed over to the other side, and I just started crying. When we got back to the house, I was wiping tears from my eyes and saw Rhonda getting out of the other car also wiping tears from her eyes. She smiled through her tears and said, "You were listening to Christian radio, weren't you?"
"Yes," I said.
"So was I. That song made me think of Steve." And then we laughed because of the coincidence of crying over the same song as we drove in different cars.