The sun set tonight on a cloudless horizon. Without clouds on which the color could bounce and dance, I always think the golden rods of sunshine will slowly just fade to the deep blue hues of evening. However, without fail, God's paintbrush ran color across the sky, celebrating another day.. Tonight the day's warmth danced from yellow to an array pinks to a sea of deeper orange. Each time I glanced over my right shoulder to look out the window of our Toyota and across the rural landscape just south of Tulsa, I found the day had not yet given into the sea of deep blue engulfing the half dome of my vision. Brilliant and orange, the light lingered, crouching low against the stark earth and yet defiant against the encroaching tide of night blue sky. It just lingered - like the question "why?"
Taylor would have been 26 this year; this was the 6th Thanksgiving without her, and I still ask "why?"
Why were we given her for such a brief time?
Why did she have to die?
I don't have any answers, just faith that like the question, "why?" the light will continue to linger, pushing against the darkness. As persistent as the question pushes against me, I believe the light will push, push against the dark until its fingers find our side of the horizon again bringing us a new day in which to live, and love, and question, and hurt, and believe, and live and love some more - even if I have to wait for heaven to find out why.