April 25, 2011
I am packed and traveling to Zambia today. Parting is harder since your death but I am thrilled to go and serve in a direct and gratifying way. Such service really is the savings of us; giving, helps us to keep moving forward. We are at a funny place emotionally; we know we can survive such a huge blow but now we need to decide if we want to or if there is anyway we cannot just survive, but flourish anew.
Looking outside today, the thoughts of flourishing and renewal are prominent. Leaving home is difficult when the grass is so green and, lush and the ground is carpeted with petals and the promise tight peony fists ready to burst open To travel at such a time is a sacrifice; one of many made to accomplish the great good we do in Zambia.
I see the seasons change in our neighborhood; the kids are taller at the bus stop. The rounded earnest baby faces are now spare and self-aware. Girls, I use to see jumping rope and selling lemonade, now have beaux cruising the street – in cars! It is fun to watch; but sometimes it seems like all the world is moving and transforming except for us. Our calendar stopped on October 17, 2009. We are finding a way; but why does it have to be so very, very steep?
Miss you, every day!
P.S. I am hoping so hard that you actually have a school building with walls and maybe a roof.