I haven't blogged much lately, I haven't written much lately. I should be working on a theology paper for my Contemporary Christian Writing class right now... But I had a moment and the word RED hit me like a ton of bricks, so I thought I would try writing... just to write without worrying about if it is just right.
Her hair has been flaming red since she was born 16 years ago. And she was born with a head full of hair. Red and flyaway and gorgeous. With hair that red, you would be sure there was a temper to match, but not Julia. I'm not sure I ever heard her even raise her voice (to be honest, her voice was always a little soft, sometimes whiny... but I sure miss it now).
This week, this week she would have started her junior year of high school, instead she's done with the learning and the books and the lunch room and the sports. I imagine her red hair stands out pretty bold against a white gown in heaven.
I think about heaven more these days. I think about God's sustaining grace. I cry for my sister and her family and I see her picture and the tears stream down my face again. It's only been two months, but it seems like an eternity.
My five minutes have come and gone and I'm at a loss for words again. It was more poetic when I was thinking it in my head. But she was a redhead and she was our Julia and we miss her.