Coffee in hand, I headed to my couch this morning.
The sun shone through the window and illuminated my favorite spot.
The pillow was still crinkled. The blanket was still rumpled.
In fact, it looked as if someone just got up from this spot.
It looked like it was still warm.
Instead of sitting on the couch? I sank onto the coffee table.
Too often in our lives… we take fore granted the people that sit on our couches. We expect to see our loved ones sitting in their favorite places.. forever..
.. because they are always there…
Earlier this week? A man in our community died suddenly.
One minute? He was where he always was. Running his boys to practices, helping out in the community where he was needed, calling his wife…
.. he was where he always was..
.. and now?
Now there is an empty couch cushion that is still crumpled. Like he just got up for a moment and walked from the room..
.. like he would be right back.
His spot in this world still warm.
For awhile that spot is going to feel so empty for his kids.. for his wife…
And not just the spot on the couch.
There will be an empty place in the bleachers.. an empty place in the church pew.. and empty place in the car for road trips.
.. so many empty spaces…
But the truth is?
This Dad’s presence was so strong in his family..
.. so strong in his community…
He left his presence so strong.. that those places are still warm.
And they will stay warm.
His time here was shorter than he would have wished. But he made good use of that time.
Once the pain and shock has worn off?
Once the grief starts to lessen .. a little?
We realize those empty places .. are not really empty at all. The spirit of our loved ones stay with us and occupy those seats still.
And if we keep the memories of their spirit alive?
Then the spaces will still be warm..