Jim

You look so pleased to see me from far along the ward – Jim: I recognised you after several years and, returning after analgesia relieved the pain, shared Communion. Christ's love which reminded you of the struggle of Isabel. Memories re-enacting that stroke which took so much. I recalled her first words, that revealed her Scottish – the long commitment you made to her recovery. You took her home – risen. Her life I remember vivid, but her death is absence. I left you sorrowful, but somehow thankful for what we'd known, and shared and treasure still, of Isabel – her courage, our faith made new there at the bedside. Bread and wine hallowed again and again – risen.