Now we see through a glass darkly

Now we see through a glass darkly
Helen Keller and her mother exemplified in the Miracle Worker

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Little Jaynee was longing for the sense of security that her city towers gave her.

This was foreign for the child, here in the country where her aunties had brought her. There was so much grass and trees. Rarely did they visit the city where there were some taller buildings, though not like the big city that she was used to.

She cried and longed for the Grandfather's penthouse view. The sense of calm that she got when her hand was in his as their feet hit the pavement to take the 15 block swift walk to school and the buildings that briskly passed them on their traverse. "Auntie, I see Grandfather's building, can I run and stand next to it and find the Grandfather there?" "You are talking like a silly-willy, stop the whining." was Auntie's response. "How can the Grandfather be at that building? You will see him again a long time from now, when you get to heaven." The time was on her mind and she had to get to her appointment.

Little Jayne couldn't be consoled, when Auntie spoke of Heaven. "I don't want to go to Heaven, if it took my precious Grandfather. It is a mean place." Between the sobs, Auntie was dragging her to the building to stand next to it. Does this make you feel better?, she begged. Thank you, Auntie. Do you remember the Penthouse building and the way my Grandfather held my hand on the way to preschool?

You are 5 now and Grandfather is long gone. We have to get through this and God is above. Find your comfort here for a minute, but please stop looking for Grandfather, it makes me cry.

She stood there waving up at the building. "Bye, Grandfather", she called out from behind her tears," I know that I will see you again." A smile came to her face and all seemed well to her, there. Auntie felt guilty that she almost denied the child this small comfort.

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