The view…
from the top of the world. Ironically I can remember so many conversations with myDarlin’ almost word for word, being able to place myself at the exact location and moment in time – as if time stands still in my mind, written as chapters in the book of our lives. And there are others that have no place or time, but are just the same. And so it is with skydiving on the bucket list.
I and so many others look up often because of you myDarlin’. We look up to focus on the moment so that it doesn’t pass us by while we glance away. We look up to see the blessings in our lives when despair threatens to consume us. We look up into the face of Hope as it holds the future in its’ hands. And we look up to the heavens to see HIS love shining back at us, so intense that one must condition themselves to be able to look at the full glory of God.
As we pulled into the parking lot, and stepped out of her car onto the gravel parking lot of reality, I paused to look up. The sun shone brightly in the blue skies, as white fluffy clouds suspended from the heavens as if with invisible fishing lines. And a breeze brushed through my hair and lightly caressed my cheeks as if you were so glad to see us. We carefully read and signed paperwork which in sum total says, this promises to be a great time, but in the instance that you make the free fall of your life – you agree, or should I say your heirs agree, to hold us harmless. I pause for a moment, not to consider whether to sign or not, but to reflect on the fact that each of our names is already written in the book of life.
And we wait… anticipation fills the air as we take in a deep breath of life into our hearts until our name is called. Paired with our tandem instructor and videographer, I reflect on how much this very instant is reflective of our time here. myLord is my tandem instructor guiding me each step of the way, and the world is my videographer documenting each step of this life in a fishbowl with no corner in which to retreat and hide.
Propellers spin as twenty plus souls board the plane entrusting the pilot to carefully deliver them to the heights of heaven. It is time myDarlin’ – time to experience what you spoke of so many times; the view from up here. The noise as deafening as constant thunder in my ears and a view of the earth I have never before experienced takes my breath away. In so many ways, this free fall reminds me of everyday life – moving so fast and then, it happens…. the parachute unfurls with the tug of the rip chord and whoosh – life moves into slow motion.
My life was a freefall in so many ways before I met you myDarlin’ Robert Kenui Pope… and with that first call, the first sound of your voice in my ear, you pulled the rip chord to my heart and as the parachute opened we began the dance of life in slow motion. And we floated slowly to the earth, I understand now what you were trying to convey to me in those late night conversations as I gazed at the stars in your eyes. The landing was as perfect as the days before you left us, and it left me longing for more time floating amongst the clouds with you.
Today I am filled with gratitude as this experience reflects my life’s journey, and calls upon my faith and trust to help me land softly and safely in HIS arms.
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