Joe and I had another wonderful visit to Marquette.
It was May 7th…. a beautiful day…. truly Spring-like,
and no touch of winter remaining anywhere.
We love going there.
But as the day wore on, it became different
than just the normal love of Marquette...
I was hit with the loss of Frank.
than just the normal love of Marquette...
I was hit with the loss of Frank.
This was Marquette, his old stomping grounds…
I “saw” him everywhere, and finally, at one point,
tears of pure sorrow bubbled up and slipped down.
Joe, sitting next to me in the car,
didn’t notice because I didn’t want him to notice.
I wanted him to enjoy the day.
Joe, sitting next to me in the car,
didn’t notice because I didn’t want him to notice.
I wanted him to enjoy the day.
So, we mozied on, ending up at the lovely
Peter White library,
a favorite place of ours.
I walked my way to the computers in order to scan and
send medical papers to our insurance company.
As I approached,
I saw a young man at one of the computers…
awesome head of dreads,
half of them nicely wrapped up in a loose bun,
and the other half falling down his back.
It really was beautifully done, even neat and tidy.
And my heart skipped a beat.
This young man also wore a bright, multi-colored
tie-dye t-shirt – the same kind Frank would wear.
Certainly, that young man didn't realize
Peter White library,
a favorite place of ours.
I saw a young man at one of the computers…
awesome head of dreads,
half of them nicely wrapped up in a loose bun,
and the other half falling down his back.
It really was beautifully done, even neat and tidy.
And my heart skipped a beat.
This young man also wore a bright, multi-colored
tie-dye t-shirt – the same kind Frank would wear.
We know Frank didn’t have dreads,
but his hair was long and thick and he was beautiful,
even when his hair was mussed up
from wind or activity.
My heart was still heavy,
and it was a teeny tiny little comfort
sitting next to that young man at his computer.
And then ... a little girl comes hopping up...
“Are you done, daddy?”…
and he turns around…
And then ... a little girl comes hopping up...
“Are you done, daddy?”…
and he turns around…
... just as I turned with a smile
to observe him and his little girl.
And our eyes…. his and mine….
locked in a moment that lasted
no more than two seconds...
but felt like an eternity.
Like a deep dive into a place where there is no time. Within those 2 seconds was a super-charged,
heartfelt exchange of hellos….
not between that young man and I,
but between Frank and I.
to observe him and his little girl.
And our eyes…. his and mine….
locked in a moment that lasted
no more than two seconds...
but felt like an eternity.
Like a deep dive into a place where there is no time. Within those 2 seconds was a super-charged,
heartfelt exchange of hellos….
not between that young man and I,
but between Frank and I.
he was instrumental in a Great Exchange
that took place in that glance,
but it filled my heart,
and put a smile on my face
that lasts even to today.
that took place in that glance,
but it filled my heart,
and put a smile on my face
that lasts even to today.
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