School Blues

It is the night before the beginning of a new school year. It should be filled with eager anticipation as I prepare the little miss for her first day of kindergarten. New clothes were purchased and her supplies are ready and most importantly she is ready. She is on her way to Slumber Land as she dreams of being in the big school, as she calls it.

I, on the other hand feign excitement, as I do not want her to have any idea of the heart wrenching grief that I feel. What she doesn't know is that on this day, six years ago I was not preparing my child for school. I was experiencing the worst pain that a parent can feel. I was being comforted in the home of my dear friend as I try to deal with the fact that I had just found out that my precious Q was killed in a terrible motor vehicle event.

On September 3, 2006, I was told that I lost my biological daughter.  The pain is so great even now.  I long for the day that the Bible promises. The day that my tears will be permanently dried.

(Revelation 21:2-4) . . .. 3 With that I heard a loud voice from the throne say: “Look! The tent of God is with mankind, and he will reside with them, and they will be his peoples. And God himself will be with them. 4 And he will wipe out every tear from their eyes, and death will be no more, neither will mourning nor outcry nor pain be anymore. The former things have passed away.”

At that time  I can hug my daughter Q and introduce her to her little sister. Until then I live with this chronic pain.