A few days ago: I was invited to speak for the Gulf Coast Regional Blood Center, as a donor with a story. The point is to put a face to the need, in order to get more people to donate. My audience turned out to be quite small and eventuated into a more discussion group than speaker/speakees.
One of the group was a woman whose eyes told a story bigger than anyone can imagine. As soon as she spoke, I knew the truth of her story and sadly could tell the ending, before she got there.
Her story was about different aspects of donation she learned while tending to her son, who had cancer. She spoke clearly, without tears, this had happened a few years ago, you could tell by her use of the past tense. My fellow speaker (and leader) asked how her son was doing now. I just wanted to strike him. Can't you tell, I wanted to ask; can't you tell he's gone? Can't you look at her and tell she has looked God right in the eye?
When she replied, "he passed away", he conveyed his sympathies, but how could he have not seen it before?
I guess the point of blogging is not to come up with neat tidy little endings, this certainly does not have one.
