They Almost Always Come Home by Cynthia Ruchti

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We're heading home empty-handed, empty-hearted. I know my Redeemer lives. I don't know if my husband lives.

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Somewhere along the line, I stopped expecting what I needed. Now I expect I'll be disappointed. And I am. That's an easy expectation to meet

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I'm sure Pauline has good qualities. Thinking I'd find them in the mere two dozen years I've known her must have been rushing it.

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As challenging as they were for her, her cancer years merely made the sound of her life more musical as the water bubbled and bounced and sparkled over and around the rocks thrown in her stream's path. Mine? Sluggish water doesn't gurgle and sing. It lies there, breeding mosquitoes and dull scum.

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I wonder if God ever thought about creating a memory screensaver. A beach scene or mountain view or a vision of puppies to automatically flash in our minds when we've dwelt too long on something ugly. Good idea. I'll take it up with Him when this is over. We could share the patent.