Farewell

The family was called and gathered from every direction. Children, grandchildren, and even great grandchildren came together for those final days. Time and again the emotional scene was played out with its unwilling actors. They would file into the sterile room expecting the end only to return to their post and again wait, while struggling with the uncomfortable mix of relief and regret.

Liz was the steady watchman, unyielding in her devotion to Wyatt. She held his still, pale hand in her own feeble grip as though willing him her own strength and breath if need be. She carefully raised herself from her wheelchair and bent over him, “I love you, Wyatt.” Her voice reflected the pain of a divided plea. How she longed for him to open his eyes to life and yet she knew the sweet peace that death would ultimately bring. If true love had been given the power of resurrection, there is no doubt that James Wyatt would have risen from the bed and walked, perhaps danced, out of the room. But God’s infinite wisdom extends well beyond human emotion and His will was to call Wyatt home.

One last time the family drew nigh to say farewell. It was amazing how the last three days had moved so painfully slow, hour by hour, minute by minute, heartbeat by heartbeat. But in the final moment, Liz knew that sixty years together had passed much too quickly. In silent sorrow she left the hospital. It was Thanksgiving Day. The usual parades, football, and feasting were far from her thoughts. But somewhere beyond the brokenness, her heart was thankful. Thankful for the family and friends who surrounded her and for the years of memories she would treasure. Though her future was frightening and unsure, Liz was certain of her past. Her life had been blessed by the love of her best friend, Wyatt. God had been faithful to Isabel Harrington and He still is even now.


Amie Sexton
Copyright 2002