Day is done, gone the sunThe sun has made its way across the clear, blue winter sky. The trees across the highway are lit up but are starting to fade a little; and our yard lies in shadow as dusk approaches. Day is, indeed, done.
From the lakes, from the hills, from the sky
All is well, safely rest
God is nigh.
Fading light dims the sight
And a star gems the sky, gleaming bright
From afar, drawing near
Falls the night.
Thanks and praise for our days
Neath the sun, neath the stars, neath the sky
As we go, this we know
God is nigh.
I have thought a lot during this day about what to write here, and I cried some as I composed and then discarded various posts in my head, and then took a deep breath and plowed on with work and other household activities, and then thought some more.
Our son’s favorite place to eat in town was (is!) an independent pizza restaurant called Pizza Americana.
We had lunch here today to celebrate his memory and reflect a little on the past 4 years. He loved jalapeno peppers, and so I added those to the topping on my pizza. The pizza was wonderful, as usual. My nose was dripping by the time I finished the last bite.
Has it really been 4 years? On one hand it seems like yesterday—certainly the memories of what happened on January 13, 2011, are as vivid now as they were then—and on the other hand it seems like an eternity has gone by.
For him, of course, eternity has already begun.