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Previous Challenge Entry (Level 3 – Advanced)
Topic: Twilight Years of Life (07/02/09)

TITLE: Diary Entry, 2359 hours
By Clyde Blakely


Mom, I love you and Iím sorry Iíve made you cry but now I understand. You hugged me and kissed me when I went on my first date but you were crying when I can home. I didnít understand why. Today youíre not here to give a thank-you hug and kiss back.

I saw the tears in your eyes when I boarded that Army bus. Your smile and wave couldnít hide them. I hoped then Iíd make you proud. I donít think the drill sergeant could have hugged me as hard and long as you did when I came home after the war. Why did I want out of that hug so quickly to go meet my friends downtown? I can still feel that hug, Mom, oh how I wish I could have another!

Sis, why did you have to go so young? You were the smartest of all us kids. There seemed to be nothing you couldnít do Ė sports, arts, music, school, saving money. You were so beautiful, inside and out. Love defined you. Why did you have to go, only 30 years old? I wanted to see your family, grow old with you. MS is a robber.

Dad, I should have listened to you more? I thought those little sayings were too simple: Danced all night, gotta pay the fiddler, Birds of a feather flock together, and Why buy the cow when you can get the milk for free? (Iím sure glad my wife understood this one). If only Iíd comprehended them sooner to teach my kids. Iím sure glad you did not find out about all my tomfoolery while growing up but I know youíd understand if you were here for me to tell. Weíd have a good laugh. To laugh with you again, why am I crying? Iíd give the inheritance back and more just for another hour with you Dad. Youíve been gone for how long? I still think of you almost every day.

Grandma, I miss your corny jokes AND your apple pies! One thing all us grandkids could count on when visiting was the food. No one could cook like you! Holidays were meant for your house. I remember our agreement that whoever got to heaven first was to meet the other when they came. Naturally, because of our age difference we presumed youíd be first, but as many times as Iíve looked death in the face I chuckled thinking I would probably meet you! Iím holding you to that promise Ė meet me, it shanít be long.

Will my pets be there to meet me too?

Granddad, I want to thank you for laying the foundation for the saving knowledge of Jesus Christ. Itís now four generations after you who have all made a public confession of faith in Jesus! How many others did you lead to Christ on those circuit-riding Sundays? In a way, I wish I had followed in your path, but God led me down a different road, one He chose and Iíve tried to follow Him the best I could.

It will be good to finally get home; home, where most of my family is now, Godís family. But until God calls me I must continue on and hope I have made enough impact on the following generations that they, too, make it home.


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Joy Faire Stewart07/09/09
Very thoughtful writing. Hopefully we look back with a wiser viewpoint, as does the MC in the story.
Jim McWhinnie 07/10/09
Lovingly told.