A Memory, the Gift that Keeps Giving

I may be grown up but I still like birthdays. Presents that surprise, cards that flatter, a special meal that satisfies are the usual ingredients that help to fill the once a year festive day. 20016  brought a different birthday.

My brother Phil had pancreatic cancer and we were concerned about how long he would last. One day he called me to tell me he would be in our home town for a few days. I hung up the phone. I told my daughter that I did not see how it would work out. That Monday we would be returning after a week at the beach. I knew from experience how hard my husband works after we come home. The plan seemed impossible. Then my daughter set me straight. This could be the last time I might see my brother and I had better do whatever it takes to make it happen. Jessica was right and we made plans.

We arrived the evening two days before  my birthday. The next night we met Phil, his wife Bobbi, and some of their friends at a restaurant for dinner. Phil walked with a stylish cane. He looked thinner and more fragile since I saw him last. I was seated next to Phil. We talked a lot as we ate. We met them the next night at the friends' house. Together we attacked steamed crabs. They had a Pepperidge Farm frozen cake from the store for my birthday. It was tasty and unexpected given the circumstances. The evening all too quickly came to an end.

 As we said our goodbyes Phil looked straight at me. I know it sounds corny but he seemed to glow. The way he looked so startled me that I can not remember exactly what he said. It was something like "What a wonderful gift you gave me by coming so far. This means a lot to me." Then he hugged me. It felt like he had bought a gift, wrapped it and then unwrapped it for me. I can not hold this gift. Only my memory of it will allow me to touch it. It will remain one of my best gifts ever. A few days later a card signed by Phil and his wife arrived at our home. This was the end of a most unusual birthday.

Next year my birthday may include all eight grandchildren as well as 3 of our children and the two spouses. It might include homemade cake, a favorite dish, and cards that are signed with everything from cursive to an illegible scrawl. I will relish such a celebration but nothing can compare to this birthday when God's grace was revealed at this dark time for our family. May I never be so overwhelmed by the darkness that I miss the light of  His grace.

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