Not to Be Forgotten

     

Blog  #27

      Before she was ill, her hair was a beautiful brown and was truly her crowning glory. I did not notice what color her eyes were. After chemotherapy she lost her hair and wore a beautiful wig that looked like her real hair. I did not notice the color of her eyes.

      One day at church I was looking for her.  Her husband told me where she was, but I did not see her.  He walked over to her and pointed to her and said, “Here she is.”   I had not recognized her because now her hair was white. I did notice how happy and peaceful she looked, but noticed mainly her hair. I did not notice her eyes.

       When I saw her in the hospital, I noticed how pretty her eyes were.  I went to see her at home and then at the hospice center and I observed then that she had the most beautiful and largest blue eyes I had ever seen. They radiated a love that I had never seen in anyone’s eyes before this.  They were like the color of the sky on the clearest of days or a shimmering blue topaz or a radiant blue flower, the name I could not think recall.  In the midst of that blue topaz color was a shining star like you would see in a star sapphire.  Her eyes were the only feature I saw except for the white hair framing her face. Through the pain and her fears, the eyes shone with love, joy and peace.

        I am so glad I saw those beautiful blue eyes the times I did. I will never forget her or the eyes.  I remembered the small flower I was thinking about of which her eyes reminded me. 

   Forget-Me-Not

When to the flowers so beautiful
The Father gave a name,
Back came a little blue-eyed one
(All timidly it came):
And standing at its Father's feet.
And gazing in His face,
It said in low and trembling tones,
"Dear God, the name Thou gavest me,
Alas! I have forgot."
Kindly the Father looked Him down,
And said, "Forget-Me Not".                 Author Unknown