When autumn leaves start to fall
Dear Mom,
It's been a while since my last letter. Life seems to pass so quickly. From one event to another, from challenge to challenge, when you pause at various points to survey your progress in life, it seems inconceivably amazing how distant childhood has become. Yet, in mocking contrast, my memories project themselves as if childhood might have occurred only yesterday.
How I often long for those days of innocence! Sexual revolution was in full swing at the time of my birth; military were being needlessly slaughtered in a pointless entanglement in Vietnam. Yet, I was untouched by the dangers and realities of the evil world. I had no concept of the horrors others encountered and endured. I was too young to understand.
As an adult, I understand the realities and the horror of wars. I understand that war exists, though I must confess, understanding the rationale behind creating wars still eludes me. If it were a mere question of national defense, then certainly moral justification would be present. However, how can national defense be a consideration when nations are presently being eradicated?
Unlike children in the war-torn countries, I was not acquainted with the meaning of losing a loved one through death. Many foreign children suffer daily with painful losses. I've long pondered the question of why I was blessed to be spared this unimaginable suffering.
It has only been since last September that my world would change irreparably with your departure.
Since that time, scarcely a day has passed that I haven't found myself thinking of you, wondering where you are and what you are doing.
I sometimes sit in my study, working on a project, and hear the door open across the hall to the bedroom you used when you stayed with us. No one is home during these times. The first couple of times it occurred, I dismissed it, figuring the furnace must have changed the air flow to the room, prompting the door's movement.
When it happened again, recently, I went to investigate and discovered that the furnace hadn't kicked on. Not having any other logical explanation, I wondered if it could have been you. Was it possible that you were visiting? Could this have been your subtle way of letting me know?
I decided to begin playing "Autumn Leaves" on my radio broadcast in remembrance of you every September. The song says,
Now the month marks the anniversary of your graduation from this world to a life that seems as mysterious to me now, as the foreign wars of my childhood. Although, I trust, the afterlife is much more pleasant.
Wherever eternity finds you at this moment, my sincerest desire is that the only tears you will ever shed in the future, will be the ones of joy and happiness. For I am convinced that there is no one in this world who has ever deserved a bright rainbow in a cloudless sky more than you.
And after this life of wars and heartache have ended for me, it is my heartfelt prayer, that the Creator will find me worthy to join you in your blissful world.
Until that day, I must be faithful to my purpose on earth. But I will always miss you. I will never quit wishing to hear your voice again. You will always live on in my heart, until we reunite.
Love, Darren
It's been a while since my last letter. Life seems to pass so quickly. From one event to another, from challenge to challenge, when you pause at various points to survey your progress in life, it seems inconceivably amazing how distant childhood has become. Yet, in mocking contrast, my memories project themselves as if childhood might have occurred only yesterday.
How I often long for those days of innocence! Sexual revolution was in full swing at the time of my birth; military were being needlessly slaughtered in a pointless entanglement in Vietnam. Yet, I was untouched by the dangers and realities of the evil world. I had no concept of the horrors others encountered and endured. I was too young to understand.
As an adult, I understand the realities and the horror of wars. I understand that war exists, though I must confess, understanding the rationale behind creating wars still eludes me. If it were a mere question of national defense, then certainly moral justification would be present. However, how can national defense be a consideration when nations are presently being eradicated?
Unlike children in the war-torn countries, I was not acquainted with the meaning of losing a loved one through death. Many foreign children suffer daily with painful losses. I've long pondered the question of why I was blessed to be spared this unimaginable suffering.
It has only been since last September that my world would change irreparably with your departure.
Since that time, scarcely a day has passed that I haven't found myself thinking of you, wondering where you are and what you are doing.
I sometimes sit in my study, working on a project, and hear the door open across the hall to the bedroom you used when you stayed with us. No one is home during these times. The first couple of times it occurred, I dismissed it, figuring the furnace must have changed the air flow to the room, prompting the door's movement.
When it happened again, recently, I went to investigate and discovered that the furnace hadn't kicked on. Not having any other logical explanation, I wondered if it could have been you. Was it possible that you were visiting? Could this have been your subtle way of letting me know?
I decided to begin playing "Autumn Leaves" on my radio broadcast in remembrance of you every September. The song says,
"I miss you more and more...when the autumn leaves start to fall."During those young, innocent times of my life, when you and Dad were together, September was a happy time. I always looked forward to my birthday in the fall.
Now the month marks the anniversary of your graduation from this world to a life that seems as mysterious to me now, as the foreign wars of my childhood. Although, I trust, the afterlife is much more pleasant.
Wherever eternity finds you at this moment, my sincerest desire is that the only tears you will ever shed in the future, will be the ones of joy and happiness. For I am convinced that there is no one in this world who has ever deserved a bright rainbow in a cloudless sky more than you.
And after this life of wars and heartache have ended for me, it is my heartfelt prayer, that the Creator will find me worthy to join you in your blissful world.
Until that day, I must be faithful to my purpose on earth. But I will always miss you. I will never quit wishing to hear your voice again. You will always live on in my heart, until we reunite.
Love, Darren
posted by Darren Weeks @ 1:47 AM
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