Jess

The ones who are meant to leave us too soon certainly seem to shine a little brighter than the rest of us while they’re here.

I was driving to work this morning, thinking about Jess Wiley. Faith is something I truly struggle with, and it seems most people do. I have always admired my dad’s certainty on the subject, but never more than when Jess was ill. He knew he would be okay, whether we lost him or not. He never doubted that he’d still be with us, in a way. As I rounded the last curve on my drive this morning, the sun peeked out, everything turned gold, and I felt it, too.

I was reminded of one of my favorite poems, so like the literature nerd that I am, I’ll share it with you.

Nature’s first green is gold,

Her hardest hue to hold.

Her early leaf’s a flower;

But only so an hour.

Then leaf subsides to leaf.

So Eden sank to grief,

So dawn goes down to day.

Nothing gold can stay.

–Robert Frost

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