| | there is always joyYesterday was the funeral. I was grieving on the very last row, because I've always been a loner and I'm too used to blocking away any comfort given to me. The service was just beginning when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder. Malachi was there, behind me. I didn't even know he was coming... but somehow he'd managed to be there, to comfort me. He stayed by my side the whole time, gripping my elbow when I faltered, guiding me when I was blind with tears.
Sometimes the love and compassion that boy exhibits just leaves me speechless. This can't be the same nephew who dumped frogspawn in my pillow case, or told his friends that I wear a wig.
Just like the Psalm says, there is always joy in the morning. Night ends eventually. Darkness cannot endure. Especially when there is a carrot-topped nephew who stands steadfast at your side before the dawn breaks.
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| | Posted 2/22/2008 11:15 AM - 2 comments
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