I get more calls from my mom when she is visiting my sisters than at any other time.
She is having a blast in Maui. Swimming in the ocean, playing with my sister’s dogs and chickens. Eating the best of fresh food plucked from God’s green earth.
Her voice. It is a mixture of a tinge of sadness along with almost a polite accent of effort at living life the best way she understands.
Her mother’s death still hurts. Her brother’s death still hurts. Living with those hurts does something to people. It disables them from true enjoyment and they express their emotions in the flurry of the moments. Such an experience of death of a loved one, can wrench us from our anchor. Yet, this discomfort helps us to realize the softness of that anchor or how flimsy the ground it was set on.
The Foundation. We must be solidly planted in life in order to prosper in both sorrow and gladness.
…all from a voice, far away.