You just never know where the mind is going to take you.
Yesterday I began thinking about my childhood and how my mother would come in every night and kiss me good night. I could always smell coffee on her breath. Now when I smell coffee-breath I always feel a certain comfort.
Then that got me to thinking about my mother’s arms and how smooth they were - and still are. And my Granddaddy Earl’s bowed legs and how he kind of rocked side to side when we walked. And then I thought of my Grandmother Jennie’s hands and how I liked them, just because they were hers. Somehow all this thinking made me feel comfort. And then I got to thinking that maybe I was needing some comfort.
This time of year I grieve still. It has been almost 19 years since my Jean Bean died. She was my identical twin. My ‘other self’. I always called her Jean Bean. (She was Peggy Jean and I was (am) Nancy Jane). Anyway, I think about her everyday . Really. Every single day. They’re not sad thoughts, though, usually. Just thoughts. It’s like she’s always with me. And I often dream about her at night.
Monday was our birthday. My birthday is usually a fun day for me - because it’s my birthday . . .and yet, it is a sad day, too, because it was OUR birthday.
But you know, I wouldn’t give anything for being a twin to her. What a wonderful life I’ve had - being a twin. And the day of her funeral I ‘accidently’ woke up really early and just randomly opened the Gideon Bible in the hotel and this is what I read, ”My breath is corrupt, my days are extinct, the graves are ready for me.” Job 17:1. And I felt God hugging me so tightly.
I am so thankful for His presence. . . and for letting me be Peggy’s twin.
I just thought I’d say all that.