May is not my favorite month, especially the 10th of May. No, I don’t mind the rain or the springtime. For me, May brings memory of a lost loved one. Thirteen years ago I was on my way out the door, early in the morning rushing to get the kids to day care so they could catch the bus to school. After dropping my kids off at day care I would be on my way to pick up a friend and get to work on time. Well, I never made it to work that day. Instead I found a cookie jar on my back porch. A beautiful one with a flowers hand painted on it. Questioning the cookie jar, I opened it up. Inside the cookie jar was a note. As soon as I read the first line I knew something was wrong. I quickly drove to my loved ones house. His car was in the driveway. Everything had to be ok . . . I thought. I opened the door to his house, took one step inside and divine intervention told me not to go inside. I yelled his name three times. No answer. Scarred, I ran to the neighbor’s house asking for his help. The neighbor walked with me back to my loved ones house. The neighbor walked to the top of the stairs of the split level entry home and turned around as soon as he got to the top of the stairs. “He’s dead” he said to me…… I screamed out in fright. My loved one was dead.
Thirteen years is a long time, you may think. However; the tragedy of my loved one’s death still affects me. The power of good bye has not only affected me, it has affected his children, my children, many of his friends and the Town of Ruston where he served as the Mayor. There is no greater power than the power of goodbye (as sung by Madonna) is what I will be listening to today.