Silent Spaces

Barbara McAfee asks, “Tell us about the silence you won’t ever forget?”  I can feel the day.  My mother’s funeral had been filled with the church music she so loved, the burial service was a blur.  When we got home my dad went to our den to sit in his favorite chair.  My bedroom sat opposite my parents’ bedroom, and I remember standing in the hallway waiting for my mom, for her voice.  Walking outside I waited by the sassafras tree where she had taught me to make sassafras tea.  Finally, I drove to the wildflower fields behind Highland School, picked flowers, felt the breeze, listened to the birds, and we talked. Learn to listen better in your silent spaces for life’s love.