A Charles Memory
So, I want to just share little Charles memories, every now-and-then.
Last night, Sammi was talking to me about Seminary, and what they are studying. She was talking about the Book of Revelation in the Bible, and asking me questions about what some of the scriptures mean. Of course I know all the answers, and can discern the deep doctrine of that book with no problem. Ha! As we were talking, I was reminded of a time that Charles and I discussed those same scriptures.
We used to drive between Utah and Idaho to visit family. Well, if you have taken that road, you know it is about as boring as a road trip can get. One time, we were driving home, and we decided to read out loud from the Book of Revelation. I read, and then I would stop and let Charles interpret what he gleaned from it.
Now, do not get a false impression, most of the time we would just talk or jam out to music, but we were feeling a need for some deep doctrine on this trip. So, we talked about the deep stuff, and I remember being so amazed by what Charles was able to understand so clearly. I would draw a blank, and he would fill in the blank.
Do you know how I miss that?
I really, really, miss those kind of moments with Charles. We had times throughout our marriage when we would just sit and talk about spiritual things, and the room would fill with this great thickness, this light, and I do not think I ever felt closer to him than in those moments. He would say the same. I know, because he told me so in the middle of those moments.
I wonder if he misses talking to me now, like I miss talking to him? If he is still keeping a journal like he used to, I will sure want to read how he handled our time of mortal separation.
Maybe he has a therapist too. :)
Your last paragraph made me remember something I wrote to my late husband. I used to write letters to him. It helped me feel connected to him. I asked him to write down what he was going through so that he can share it with me. I then wondered if that was going to be unnecessary - I didn't know how things worked there. . . I felt foolish, but it just felt natural. I had to stop eventually. When it came time to remarry, I felt like in order to allow my heart to connect to this new prospect, I couldn't keep kindling my old flame. I still address him in my journal(and prayers) from time to time however. Bless your heart. Keep sharing memories!
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