A Week Later

Sunday evening I drove my wife's black Sunfire chasing the burning ball of light into the horizon. It was getting warmer and I was feeling the relief of a weekend laced with introspection coming to an end.

My Grandfather, James Morrison Jr, was buried. The body placed in the ground while he, pained no more, was seeing Jesus.

I didn't lead worship at the funeral. I couldn't. My mind was racing too fast and there were too many people I didn't know. After leaving the church and heading to the burial site the temperature dropped about 10 degrees. We gathered in a small graveyard while a yellow lab barked our trespass. It was here we sang. Joining together as a family full of joy and sadness we sang. 2 songs. The first spoke of the now and the second of tomorrow.

The sun disappeared out of sight, but the sunset stamped the promise of its return and I know someday I will see James Morrison Jr again.