She was just finishing her breakfast as I arrived. The Quality Inn dining room was mostly empty and she had just a bite or so of her waffle left on her plate. Bob was adjusting a recalcitrant television. I thought breakfast had begun at 6:30 and was hoping to sit and share a last meal with my sister and her husband before they left for the airport at 7. There was no, “I am so glad to see you again. Sit down, we’re early. Have a cup of coffee.” Bob was ready to go. She stood up, gave a hug, and off they went.
I almost felt a little foolish. I was the younger sister again. I don’t have a gift for details, my car is ordinary, my finances are less than ordinary, my fingernails are short, my hair is my hair.
How I miss Steve. He knew how to rejoice in life and would do more than give me a pat on the back with a thank you or a pat on the head and thank you for all you do. Where is the joy?
Make me an instrument of thy peace. Help me to choose joy and share it.
Even without breakfast.
