March 1999:
When my father
was taken
at 64,
two days after
his own mother,
I was angry
and I said,
"God,
why did You take him
so quickly?
I didn't even
get a chance to
say goodbye."
June 2020:
As I watch
my mother
video-calling from
her newly-installed
hospital bed,
I hear the
fatigue and slow-surrender
in her voice,
and her mind
is disconnecting,
her memories
are falling away
like rare coins
from the worn pockets
of her lifetime,
and the pain
of this sight
makes me think
"God,
why are You
taking so long
to welcome her
home?"
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