As we grow older, we all face the loss of parents and friends. I called my Dad every day, usually early in the morning. It was a ritual that we enjoyed. When he passed, I became more aware of how my Mom was doing. She and the rest of the family always expected that she would go before Dad. It didn’t happen that way, and she was not happy. This poem is a glimpse of how things work in the spirit world.
Change of Scenery
Each morning I would call.
“Hi Dad, how are you doing?”
And he would reply,
“Well, I’m still here”.
And now he isn’t;
not in the same way as before.
Verizon doesn’t connect us.
Mom still sees him sometimes.
She worries if he has lost his glasses
or if he needs new hearing aid batteries.
She’s a little confused, but we understand.
Nearly sixty-eight years of marriage
establishes connections beyond reality.
It would be a mistake to think
that Dad isn’t still with Mom.
When Mom says that she wants to be with Dad,
we all understand.
She won’t be happy until they are reunited.
It won’t be that long, but it will seem long for her.
It is hard to explain how someone is here,
but not in the same way.
She makes space on her bed
so he can lie beside her again.
I explain that he doesn’t need any more space.
He is always wherever she is.
It is all about the separation of spirit from body.
It is all about remembering the soul never dies.
© Copyright 2012
Rev. Jim Hetzer