You did not favour public displays of affection. In the last three years you have become so withdrawn that I, on occasion, did something drastic to elicit a response from you. Like the day when you returned from ten days of work in Pretoria and I came to fetch you at the airport. You would send me a WhatsApp when you got your suitcase and then I would be ready to greet you when you walk through the double doors at Cape Town airport. I waited discreetly until you were five steps away from me. I quickly put the rose I hid behind my back, between my teeth and opened my arms extra wide. You had to burst into laughter at my brave effort. I was your funny girl who could get you to laugh. When we were in the parking garage, I asked you to take a photo that I could send to the children to illustrate your warm welcome.
I found the photo today. What would I not do to be able to fetch you at the airport with a rose between my teeth? Romeo, my Romeo, where art thou? I know the answer. John 14:2 “In My Father’s house are many mansions; I go to prepare a place for you.”