The phrase, “Wish You Were Here,” has sarcasm as it’s nameplate. I used the phrase often while basking in the Houston warmth and talking to my Minnesota buddy, Scott, in February’s past. But rarely did I utter the words without a sense of dig… of scoffing … of tongue in cheek.
I find myself thinking phrase consistently, now. ‘I wish Makenzie were here’. However, there is no hint of humor; not a shadow of play. I simply, truly, desperately wish Makenzie were here.
It’s been 7 months since God took Makenzie home and our new normal lives have gone on. Ironically, the great things that are happening in and to our family are coupled with reminders that one is missing. I don’t know how long it lasts — others may know — but my gut reactions when something interesting takes place is to think, “I can hardly wait to tell Makenzie,” followed by, “I wish you were here.”
“Makenzie! On the same day that Nathan’s braces came off, Maddie’s went on. (I wish you could see them). Kellie may be speaking to a large group of high school students. (I wish you could hear her). We are going sledding today on your favorite hill. (I wish you could come).”
The public mourning is now private but no less painful. Our life is good up here in the north country. But, selfishly, I still wish you were here.
Life Changing Links …
- Tribute Video played at Makenzie’s Celebration Service.
- Makenzie’s Celebration Service Online – Click Here
- “I Dance For You My King” (Video: Makenzie’s song by Anthony Celia)
- “Image of Grace” (Video: Song written and played by Nathan Stocker)
- “Makenzie Memories” (a blog by one of her best friends, Katie Davis)