Sunday, August 19, 2012

Some Tears Will Never Dry

Mr. H. dropped a bomb on me this evening. Without warning, he walked up to my side while I was typing, flung the newspaper down on the table beside me and said, “Shocker, Jonathan is dead!” My heart skipped a beat – or two – or three and I almost fell out of my chair!

I wish his Mama had taught him to be a little gentler when bringing bad news.

We’re not talking about a casual acquaintance. This is a lifelong friend. We met in school, in the early grades. We’ve been friends always.

His parents were divorced and his mother remarried. They had a son of their own and my friend felt pushed out. To make matter worse, his stepfather drank heavily and was abusive.

Jon often came home from school with me. My parents felt sorry for him, especially my mother. It soon became natural to include him in meals and, many nights, she made a bed on our sofa for him. He spent more nights there during our Junior High School years than he did at home. I was an only child and he became almost like a brother. He was there on holidays and birthdays and most other special occasions. My parents treated him like a son.

But, like most young boys, he grew restless and, at sixteen, talked his mother into signing papers allowing him to join the Air Force. And there he stayed for more than 20 years, getting married and starting a family while serving his country. Since he went in so young, he was out before turning forty. He obtained another job, raised his family and lived a rather cushy life for many years afterward. We were always in touch.

When each of my parents died, he was there holding my hand and shedding tears right along with me. When his mother and brother died, I was there for him, too.

In recent years, we’ve e-mailed and sent cards and talked on the phone, but we've both had busy lives and our contact has been waning somewhat. I didn’t even know he was ill. But of course, he didn’t want me to, I’m sure.

When I looked at the obituary picture this evening and saw his face looking back at me in a way that I’ve seen a million times before, I had a two-minute memory clip of my friend as tears filled my eyes.

I’m already sensing a growing void in my life.







 












9 comments:

Jamie said...

Oh my, what a heartbreaking story. I'm so sorry Peggy. God bless you.

Jim said...

Sorry about your friend peg. Jim

Anonymous said...

Sad! So sorry.

Claire Swenson said...

Oh Peggy I'm so sorry for your loss. He will wipe every tear from their eyes. There will be no more death or mourning or crying or pain, for the old order of things has passed away." Rev 21:43 http://youtu.be/NEbGllYEzBEI will Rise with lyrics
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Peggy~ said...

What a beautiful song with beautiful lyrics! Thank you so much, Claire, for your words of comfort. You are a wonderful, caring friend!

Anonymous said...

Your words reveal your heartbreak Peggy. I'm so sorry. Time heals. May it do so quickly for you. God Bless. Carrie

luella said...

Awww... how sad! So sorry, Peg.

Su Bluebird said...

Those tears, shed when saying last goodbyes to friends and family, are sparkling pearls that make up a cherished necklace of life's experiences that is always with us and that we can wear with pride.

Peggy~ said...

Bless you for this, Su!