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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 1 – Beginner)
Topic: See (07/22/10)

TITLE: I Wonder What He Sees
By Gary Morris


I Wonder What He Sees

It only seems like yesterday. I sat in the waiting room with the crowd of family who had gathered for the announcement of his arrival. I was as nervous as a long tail cat in a room full of rocking chairs! Every time the hall door opened I jumped to position myself for the grand news. That few moments seemed to take days!

After what seemed like forever, the nurse peeked through the door and said, “you hear him?” I jumped for joy! My baby! My firstborn! My Son was finally here! I staked my claim on the spot next to the door as the family crowded around. I was one very proud father.

Not missing a moment, I followed closely as he was wheeled away to the nursery. I watched the nurses clean and examine him. He was the perfect baby! Jonathan was his name, but he soon became known as Big Jon when they announced his birth weight of almost ten pounds!

I watched them lay him face down under the bright light. I was about to burst with pride when he slowly lifted his head! He was grabbing the attention of everyone around. The news of his birth quickly spread throughout the small Mississippi hospital.

Finally, everyone went home and the nurses agreed to carry him to his mom’s room. She was still recovering from surgery, so Jonathan and I had a little “get to know one another” time. I mean, his mom had been carrying him for nine months and now it was my time!

I sat in the rocker holding him tightly in my arms. Soon the moment I had been waiting for finally arrived. My son slowly opened his eyes. At that very moment our eyes met for the first time. I saw the eyes of my son. I’m not sure what he saw, but I certainly do hope he could see me.

As quickly as the story goes, so quickly goes the days, weeks, months and years. Soon he was watching the ball on the Little League field. All adorned in his uniform and baseball cap, he held the bat like a pro. He was sure to keep his eye on the ball.

Soon he forgot the ball and was now watching the road. Driving his little Ford Ranger with his drivers license in his wallet, he was a happy teenager. Although his boundaries were close, he thought he was king of the road.

Then he saw the girls. He soon became a ladies man. I would have to say that he had a pretty good eye for the girls. The only problem was that he was also a heartbreaker! As quickly as the family got to know one, he would bring another to the house. I never knew which one he was dating from one week to the next.

On the night he was taken from me in that awful car accident, he was riding with a girl whom I had never even heard her name. I met her for the first time in the Emergency Room wrapped in a blanket. With tears in our eyes we made an unforgettable introduction. I had numerous questions, but restrained myself for the sake her emotions.
I wondered what really happened and what pain he felt. I wondered what he heard and what he said. Most of all, I wondered what he saw. In his last moments of life here, what did he see?

What was the first thing he saw when he opened his eyes on the other side of that valley of death? Was the light as bright as I told him it would be? He had sang about Jesus all his life. He had heard every bible story and every sermon that could be taught and preached about Jesus. Was it the face of Jesus that he first saw?

Did he see grandparents who left years before? Was he surrounded by friends that had gone before him? Did the angels escort him to the center of the city? I just wonder what he saw when he first walked through the gates.

I wonder what he sees today? His eight years there has only seemed like a short while for him I’m sure. For me, It seems like eternity. I’ll wipe my tears now and look through a glass darkly, until I see him again and he shows me all he has seen.

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Shann Hall-LochmannVanBennekom 07/30/10
This is a touching tribute. I could sense tragedy was coming. You used quite a few exclamation points. You really didn't need them because the words you used showed your excitement for your son. The questions you asked at the end are questions many of us have asked. This was a wonderful look at the life of a beloved.
Genia Gilbert08/03/10
I like very much the way you carried the same thought throughout the story. It is touching and well written. Good job.