Endings

Endings leak tears for me. 

Visits, vacations, vistas and views… end in tears. 

Endings write books without more pages to say even more.  Endings shut gates, turn the combination, and walk away.  Endings wave goodby shortly after a hello.  Endings sneak up when everyone thought they were pretty far away.  Endings leave me… leaking. 

Of course endings think they promise beginnings, an imagination of happily-ever-afters, a new combination that leads to a sunny path, a promise of I’ll-see-you-soons, and lots of look-forward-to’s.  Endings must end so that beginnings can begin.

An ending began this walk of a widow.  Many endings on the walk have introduced beginnings. 

Visits, vacations, vistas and views.  Moving, memories, models and mentors. 

The end of this blog, for some reason, leaks more of my tears.  I tell myself, “Don’t be surprised, Kath, it’s another ending.” Nevertheless, I struggle to end the blog because I will miss even this much of Bill, of the man remembered in each post.  Beloved Bill. 

But here I go into beginning.  I will begin a turn on this widow’s walk.  I will record beginnings and launches and ideas with friends and family and Jesus who never end and only begin — with me. 

“(She) kept right on going because she kept her eyes on the one who is invisible.”
Hebrews 11:27