Friday, August 9, 2013

Five Minute Friday: Lonely

Whenever I see a middle-aged man eating solo at a restaurant, I think of him. I wonder how many meals he ate alone. How many moments he shared with no one.

He never told me he was lonely. But I imagine he mostly was. Though a childhood with a sister and cousins close as brothers. Though a high school and college career earning accolades that surely earned allies. Though twenty years of combined marriage, between my mom and the second. Though three daughters he admired.

Still lonely, I’m sure.

If only he could have unlocked the door that separated the deep pain from the desire to be truly known and loved. I can’t imagine to lose both parents, just barely on the shores of post-adolescence. Nor the pain of addiction, depression, divorce.

I wish I had had the eyes to see more then. Or the courage to act, to ask more about what I saw.

It pains me now to think of all those salads drenched in blue cheese dressing (no tomatoes!) eaten one slow bite at a time with just his loneliness to keep him company. Trapped by or chosen. Either way my heart grieves the life that could have been.

But Dad's not lonely now. No loneliness in Glory. Thank you, God.

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09 Aug 2013

Five Minute Friday: Lonely

Friday, time to crack open the chocolate ice cream and unscripted version of beautiful you!
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HoneabeeMama said...

This reminded me so much of my Father-In-Law. Sorry for your loss, but glad you know he isn't lonely any more!

Alissa said...

I love you, Becky!