It flashes on the Skylight Photo display on my kitchen counter. I see it every single day.
I see it, and I pray that somehow, sometime, somewhere, someway the storm will abate, the tide will turn, and the last chapter will gladden my heart, and be the answer to this Grammy’s prayers.
It’s all there.
The hugs, the smiles, the triumphs, the dreams, a strong body, a fine face.
The losses, the reversals, the disappointments, the charades, the squandered investments of love and time and materials.
The sounds. Some hard, some good, so many circling in my head. The laughter, the words of love, the affirmation of faith, the promises made and believed, but broken.
But now it feels like the only sound I hear triggered by the sight of this face is the breaking hearts of the people who have loved him. The silence of breaking hearts is unbearably loud.
There really are no words for grief that has the flavor of finality mixed with failure and fear. But over these last tumultuous months, and as we’ve entered into this empty place, this song has become a reminder of how we can go forward.
And I will bring a sacrifice of praise.
Delaware Grammy 