So, what is the point of it?”
“Point of what, Jeremiah?” she held me close about the waist,
leaning back to peer into my downcast eyes.
“Life.”
“What is on your heart, Jeremiah?”
“My sons and daughter.”
“Tell me about them.”
“My firstborn was a gorgeous girl, only 21 when she died.”
“Oh my God, Jeremiah! I am so sorry. The jewel of your heart,
but Jeremiah, even though she is gone from this world, she remains as the fire
in your heart.”
“Only an ember. I feel the fire has a wet blanket over it,
smoldering and suffocating.”
“How did she die? But only if you want to talk about it, I
don’t mean to pry.”
I looked out over the river Arno, the amber lights of the
medieval bridge casting a glow on Adelina’s face. I had not talked about the
accident except with Christina and Jonathon.
I met Christina in a coffee shop after watching her dance - a ballerina and gymnast,
her moves were not choreographed -
she danced in the Spirit with joy, a bounce in her step that raised her above
the circumstance of her lost father that she had never met. Her mother was a
medical corps nurse and met Giovanni, Christina’s father, during the Dominican
Republic occupation directed by the CIA. He was an Italian spy and mysteriously
disappeared after his recuperation from a battle wound where Christina’s mom
nursed him back to health. We fell in love during the spring of our last
semester in college, and then Christina left for a summer mission trip to
Africa on the Mercy ship.
I escaped from the reality of my misguided American Dream to
the Outback of Australia where I met Kelsie, the beautiful daughter of a land
baron and cattle and sheep grazier, but only after having a one-night fling
with a Kansan girl named Jessie that found me napping under a tree. Burning for
Jessie, but longing for Christian and confused about my encounter with Kelsie,
I returned to Kansas, wrote off Christina and married Jessie.
Jonathan was an old Irish fisherman that I met following the
loss of Atalya, Dre, and my estranged wife, Jessie. I lived in the homestead
cabin of his plot of paradise on the lakeshore in Kansas after I lost our house
to bankruptcy. This is where I explored my Jewish roots, for he also, was of
Hebrew lineage and like me, a born again believer in Christ. A wise man and
storyteller, his tales taught me about the substance of life - love.
Take a deep breath. For me, it was also, too much to handle.
“Atalya died of an overdose from drug-laced cocktails given
to her by a pimp, sex slave trader, and drug lord. Only God knows why she was
partying with him. It may have been the result of her mom filing for divorce
and terminal cancer that sucked the life out of Jessie. Then, my oldest son,
Dre, was murdered while he was at college.”
“Dear God, such heavy burdens you carry. And, your other
son?”
“Trevor was arrested for causing a horrific accident after
leaving the party with Atalya. It’s too complicated to tell. Christina, home on
sabbatical from an orphanage in Africa was the nurse that led Jessie, my
estranged wife, to Christ. The saving grace for Atalya is that she received
Jesus in her heart when she found out that her mom had cancer. After Dre’s
death, I found a Bible in his apartment and a letter that indicated that he
surrendered his bleeding heart to God. He was an artist and painted a portrait
of a man dressed in white holding in his hand a heart wrapped in barbed wire.
Dre expressed himself through his art in a dark, Gothic way. My family became a
disaster, my finances were ruined, and Christina returned to the orphanage in
Africa.”
The cool breeze off the water chilled the gap of silence
between us. Adelina nestled her head in my bosom. She began to sob as tears wet
my shirt. I comforted her, my life to heavy for another to bear.
Life is the story we make of it.
Jeremiah's Journey – 10: "Sorry For Your Loss”
Copyright © 2016 by Jeff Cambridge
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