Write a new post in response to today’s one-word prompt.
Reenie pushed back from the table, sated but not stuffed to the point of discomfort. It had been a superb meal, with every dish cooked to perfection and served beautifully. While the kids helped clear the table and leftovers were put away to be enjoyed another day, Reenie sat lost in thought.
So many holiday meals. So much delectable food over the course of her long life. She’d never had trouble keeping her weight under control. She’d been active, busy, fulfilled. So a meal like the one she had just enjoyed left no guilty aftertaste.
As she reached for her cane, one of her sons came to her chair. “Are you ready to get up, Mom? Let me walk you into the family room. Your comfortable chair is waiting for you. Do you feel a nap coming on?”
“You know, that does sound good. I feel I should help clean up, but I was told in no uncertain terms that I just need to rest.” She laughed, enjoying her status as the privileged elder who was no longer welcomed into the clearing up process.
As she settled into the recliner that fit her so well, her son pulled an afghan up over her legs. “Do you need anything else, Mom? Ready for a nap?”
“Thank you, I’m fine. I’ll just rest a few minutes, and then I’ll be ready when it’s time to play a game.”
As her eyes closed, she smiled with pleasure when she felt the little dog that belonged to her family jump up into her lap. The dog curled up, enjoying having his ears scratched, and soon they were both asleep.
At least, Reenie thought she was sleeping. To her amazement, people she had known and loved began to appear in her mind’s eye. Her grandparents, her mother and dad! What on earth were they doing here? They smiled at her and seemed to beckon her to join them. They looked so real, she felt sure she could have reached out and touched them.
The baby she had lost, the one she had never seen. It had been so early in the pregnancy that there was no little face to remember, but she knew this was her child. Knew it as sure as she knew the ones who had lived and thrived and given her grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
And now here was Frank; dear, beloved Frank. Married for nearly 60 years, it had broken her heart when he’d left her with no warning, his heart just giving in to the pressure of time and age. Yet here he was, holding out his arms to her, and she wanted desperately to go.
It was time, after all. She was 98 years old, and she was tired. Her body was no longer the strong, healthy body she had taken such good care of. Her heart, she was sure, was even more tired than Frank’s had been.
Yes, she was ready. It was sad to leave all her loved ones here, but she knew they would reunite in heaven someday. She found herself rising weightlessly from her chair, growing excited as everything around her receded into the past. She stretched out her hand and felt it taken by a hand she didn’t recognize until she looked up into the face of her beloved Savior. “Jesus! Oh, Jesus!”
She didn’t feel the hand that gently shook her shoulder. She didn’t hear the urgency of the voice that called “Mom? Mom!” She didn’t see the family gather as they realized she had left them.
She was Home.