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The Journey Home

August 31, 2016 By Debra Irene 5 Comments

31 Aug

It was your birthday week, and I can’t believe you were not here. I remembered your birthday week last year. After living your dream of moving to Ketchikan, Alaska, and living there almost three years, you felt you needed to move back to Kansas City. I helped you drive to your new home in 2012 (what a dream trip that was), and now it was time to help bring you home. I had two connecting flights and would travel all day, but it was a spectacular clear day in August; and I captured this shot of Mt. Rainier approaching Seattle.

Mt. Ranier

I thought back on our trip to Seattle the year after you moved to Ketchikan. We gathered together in Seattle in 2013. We had a wonderful extended weekend visit. The three of us had been friends for about thirty-five years.

Bathing Beauties 2

“Way Back When??”

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“2013”

You once told me it was after that trip that you felt a little homesick. And then your health declined, so you decided to move back to Kansas City to be closer to family and doctors. But your emotions were split. You loved Ketchikan too. You made sure that I saw the amazing beauty of Ketchikan when I arrived the second time.

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In a couple of days, it was time to begin the long journey home – two days on the ferry and then a three-day road trip traveling in the same little red car we drove on our first adventure.

ferry as we leave

We had a pleasant and uneventful drive from Washington to Kansas City – unlike the deer-hitting adventure of three years earlier. We did have one hazard on our last day on the road, but you dodged it beautifully. I’m still trying to figure out how a pig was sitting smack-dab in the middle of the interstate in South Dakota. We laughed till we cried and couldn’t believe our eyes. Imagine that – a pack of deer in 2012 and a pig in 2015, both in South Dakota.

You settled into your condo in Kansas City on your birthday. It was good to have you home – spur-of-the-moment visits, Royals baseball games, shopping, and helping me prepare for the wedding the next summer.

Finally, it was wedding day. Then the following day, you were gone. We were called to the hospital, but you really weren’t there. A machine kept you breathing for another day, but you had already found peace.

Now, your birthday has passed again. As the weeks turn into months, I miss you more. I thought we would have more time for those Sunday afternoon visits. I went on one this past Sunday without you. I would like to hear your comments and review of “Helen’s Heritage,” but your voice is absent. I still look for you on the couch when I reach the bottom of the stairs, but you are never there.

I am beginning to understand that on this side of heaven, the chair will forever be empty. So I have this one request, please save one for me there.

wedding chair

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  1. lucille lightfoot says

    August 31, 2016 at 1:37 am

    SO BEAUTIFIL AND TOUCHING. JUST WANTED TO CRY FOR YOU

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  2. Marty says

    August 31, 2016 at 8:40 am

    Always, you bring warmth and wisdom to your posts. I welcome the alert in my mailbox that tells me you’ve written again.

    Most telling is the line, “I thought we would have more time…” We have this moment, this day…each one needs to be filled with love and hope and gratitude. Thanks for the reminder, Debbie. And thanks for another lovely sentiment from you.

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  3. Pam Berry says

    August 31, 2016 at 9:12 am

    This is beautiful Debbie! So sorry for your loss here on earth of your friend but sounds like she was a Christian and you will someday see her again in Heaven. So glad Jesus gave us that blessed hope!

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  4. Myrna says

    August 31, 2016 at 11:27 am

    Oh, Debbie, I have read before of the loss of your friend, but it hits me hard again today for you. In the first place, this is a beautiful article. In my opinion, a prize winner!! But more importantly, I am crying because I hurt so much for you and for all of us who will be in that place as life goes on. What an awesome way to look at things as we get older! But still, it must hurt so bad! So I hurt for you, my sweet friend!

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    • Debra Irene says

      September 1, 2016 at 2:57 pm

      Thanks to everyone for reading the blog. I treasure each one of the comments. Cathy was a special friend. As much as we (the human race) try desperately to survive, death at some point will arrive at all of our doors. Seems surreal when it hits close. Indeed, I thought we had more time.

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