GLEANINGS from Clauda: June

“Dear friend, I pray that you may enjoy good health and that all may go well with you, even as your soul is getting along well.  It gave me great joy to have some brothers come and tell about your faithfulness to the truth and how you continue to walk in the truth. I have no greater joy than to hear that my children are walking in the truth.”  3 John 2-4

Our family gathers this year in late June for ‘Grandmapa Camp’. Our hope is that our kids, their spouses, and our grandkids will be able to have at least a couple of days together. Our camp this year was timed so that Becky could come. The following captures some of my feelings and hopes as we approach this time together.

June one
When you first left
I thought another June would never come
Could summer dare to show
When you would not know

And here we are
Inexorable as the day you died
Time lives and flows
Although – a tribute perhaps
Summer hides her face

I so miss you still
Yet I feel life
Pushing through
The dark in me
Stirring . . . waiting . . . hoping

Soon we who are different now
For lacking you
Will gather for fun
And love
Missing you

I pray
Your humor
And love and new life
Will win the day
With us

A party
But not a wake
Awakening to life
Without you – but
Enjoying you


About Gleanings from Claudia

I am a wife, mother, grandmother,sister, and friend newly introduced to grief as I lost my 32 year old daughter in an auto accident in December 2010. I am a follower of Jesus and am journeying through grief while abiding in Christ.
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4 Responses to GLEANINGS from Clauda: June

  1. Donna Anderson says:

    Claudia, Once again, your poetic words minister to me while helping your healing process. May your family time be a time of such surprising joy that you will continue to see God in all of life and loss. Love, Donna

  2. Cindy says:

    “I feel life pushing through the dark in me…..” I love those words even as I wipe tears from my eyes and feel the sorrow of imagining Grandmapa Camp without Becky.

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