The Portion of my Inheritance

Sometimes the quiet is too loud.

Just dead silence.

And it’s in the silence that I hear her.

The click clack of nails on wood floors.

And it’s in the silence I hear her and go to open doors to outside.

I still close doors, shutting off rooms. 

I still watch where I walk, she is always under foot, always following us around the house.

It’s her spot in front of the fire place that’s empty.

And it’s her food dish that I keep thinking I need to fill.

I did not realize the sounds of her until the quiet.

14 years is a long stretch and it leaves a gaping hole.

Our hearts are so heavy in this silence.

We are missing you Sadie Mae.

Sadie Mae Grace                                                                                                                                   November 24, 1999–August 11, 2014

To everything there is a season, a time for every purpose under heaven. Ecclesiastes 3:1