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Some Sunny Day
Copyright 2015 Christina M. Guerrero
DEDICATION
This is for my friends.
STORY BEHIND THE STORY
Loss.
ABOUT THE DRAFTS
Draft Number One: I was pleased with it.
Draft Number Two: Tweaked a few things, for clarity.
Draft Number Three: At the moment, pleased with the article.
When I finished reading the obituary, I realized ... that's it. That's all. They're all gone, now.
During the time frame of only a few years they were there, we had good times, and then one by one, they passed away.
I did not want them to be gone. I wanted them to be here, so we could be together. Those days were wonderful.
If there is a heaven, that is what will be there: almost exactly what we had here on earth ... but hopefully, as the Bible says, without sickness and tears and sorrow and death.
That was on my mind as I read the last few words of the obituary.
It was sobering news. I ended my day rather quietly, and went to sleep.
The next day, as I explored and went about and took care of my life, I was vaguely aware of the sunshine.
The sunshine had taken on a strange quality: brighter than usual, fuller than usual, filling a window-lined building where I was doing some research/homework.
And as I looked around and outside a few times, I heard a song playing from the store's speakers: "We'll Meet Again" -- a song from the 1940s that was popular during World War II, and which troops and their families found relevant to their lives.
I had not heard the song in a long time. I smiled a bit. It was like hearing from a dear friend.
As I wandered around, the sunshine and the music seemed to be working together ... and then I heard some of the words: "some sunny day."
I listened to the words: comforting words from one friend to another, or from a troop to his or her family, or from a departed loved one to those in mourning.
The sunshine had taken on a beautiful, shimmery quality. I observed it as I listened to the song.
I looked for the closest speaker, stood under it, and listened to the song. It sounded like it would be ending soon.
I smiled then, and listened with wonder, and also looked outside again. The sunshine was spectacular.
I could hear all of them in the music and almost see them in the sunshine ... I remembered reading the obituary and feeling disappointed ... I remembered their faces in this lifetime on this planet, one by one ... and suddenly I had a glimpse of them somewhere else, not sad, but happy ... encouraging me to focus on all the good times ... encouraging me to look forward to a happy reunion.
The song ended spectacularly, wonderfully, sweetly.
I had a brief vision of the song stretching across time and space ... from them to me.
I remembered the sunny days we had together.
Some sunny day ... we will have more.
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