August 3, 2006
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Dear Julie,
Yesterday I drove past your old apartment – the one you lived in for most of our college days. I can see it from the freeway, so every time I drive past that part of the freeway, I think of you. And I’ve been thinking about you a lot these last few days. For one reason, a Nav brother just went to meet Jesus a few days ago. He was also on a missions trip on the other side of the world when God decided to call him Home. He was much beloved and is much missed. It’s made me think about life and death all over again. The second reason is because there’s only nine more days until my wedding. And how many times have I thought how wonderful it would be to have you here to share in this part of life’s journey with me! Having you walk beside me during this time would’ve made it so much more sweeter. I can just imagine how you’d be — laughter, warmth, beaming smile — spreading it like contagion to me. I wish you were here to add more sunshine to my day. I wish you could walk down the aisle before me. I wish I could have a picture with you – me in my wedding gown and you in a bridesmaid dress. I wish I could just hear you say “Mry!!” to me one more time.
It’s funny how it’ll be one year since you left this imperfect world in just a few weeks — it’s been a whole year, and yet the heartache of missing you still causes me to weep.
I wish you were here, Julie. I wish you were here.
Sometimes I do searches in my yahoo mail and some of your old emails come up on the screen. It always gives me a jolt. And I guess sometimes I half imagine that you’re still on the other side of the world teaching missionary kids and that you’ll come back to us soon. Hey, can’t you leave your post just for a few weeks to come to my wedding? But you’re not on the other side of the world, you’re on the other side of time — reveling in eternity — and you wouldn’t give anything to come back, and the reality is that I wouldn’t want you to…
but I do just miss you. and I wish you were here.
Love,
mry
Comments (1)
that was a nice conversation. thanks for letting me weep with you.
at least she is more joyful than we could ever imagine here— even at your wedding.
amen to that.