seems so long ago |
I'm taking Nana to church this afternoon. My church is in the process of building a new facility, so we borrow space from other worship facilities until we can move into the new spot. I haven't been in a couple of months. Every weekend but one, it was because I was out of town. Last weekend I simply couldn't bring myself to it. I was relatively depressed and going to the church EL found for us was not going to help in the moment. They are all great people though... really. It is quite different from the "sit, shut up, and listen" church of my youth. The congregation is predominantly black and the service borderlines the stereotypical profiling depicted in movies and television. It is a breath of fresh air from the silent hypocrisy you find in almost every "house of God" these days. I'm really frustrated about how my itinerary turned out, but I'll write about that later. This photo was one I sent to EL when we started dating. I lived inside the loop in Houston with only a bicycle and no car and she lived in Colorado Springs. I flew to see her every weekend for almost four months before she decided to move to Texas. The story of our meeting and courtship could read like a fairy tale if penned from the beginning. We were a perfect match in every way. It is hard for me to imagine the road ahead without her beside me. It seems to be a bundle of thoughts I avoid when possible rather than experience dealing with the emotion yet again... always fresh out of the oven. I need to run.
But you did pen that story, Clayton. It’s the reason that your pain is so palpable to those of us so far away who have never even met you. (I hope you have it all backed up, by the way!)
So many people go their whole lives without ever coming close to the love that you two had and surely the short time you had together is worth knowing that bliss? “Selfsame wells” and all that…
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