By Elsie K. Neufeld
Paperback through Elsie okay. Neufeld. On behalf of herself and all mourners, Elsie okay. Neufeld recalls her brother, stocks her tears, strives to forgive, and asks the place within the darkness God dances.
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How can this be? I talked to you just yesterday. I slowly wandered through the house, looking, look- Page 34 ing. He was not there. Nobody here, just evidence of recent inhabitance. In the kitchen, a potful of alphabet soup stood on the stove, a dirty bowl beside it. An opened newspaper lay on the living room floor. On a table beside the stereo stood a family portrait, a picture of John with my two boys, and a transformer airplane. A guitar case lay on the floor. In his bedroom lay his suitcase, open, but not yet unpacked.
I find great comfort in these words. And when the stream Which overflowed the soul was passed away, A consciousness remained that it had left, Deposited upon the silent shore of memory, images and precious thought That shall not die, and cannot be destroyed. Wordsworth Before I proceed I must introduce my family, for they helped shape this story. My husband was John's close friend long before Walter and I married. The additional role of brother-in-law only deepened an already close relationship.
Although I wonderdid he know subconsciously? I don't know all he did and thought and felt that day. But I can say what I saw and did and felt, and what others observed and later told me. It was a Sunday, an ordinary, sunny, nearly spring Sunday. John had arrived home from Winnipeg the previous evening and spent the night in Chilliwack (twenty miles away), where he had landed his plane. It had been a business tripto investigate buying another spray plane. Unfortunately, it hadn't been successful.