The Girl on the rock
If you don’t believe heaven is waiting none of this will make any sense.
The old boys meet every day. Same time. Same place. Same outside table. It’s in Green Valley, Arizona so not much chance there’ll ever be a morning too cold to move the meeting inside. Clancy brings a sweater anyway. He’s like that, always cold as a frog. It is what it is.
Politics. Climate change. This war. That war. Social Security. Healthcare and sooner or later - women. On this particular morning, women in heaven.
Clancy: “Here’s what bothers me … I got married twice. Margaret and Maureen. Loved ‘em both. When I get to heaven and they tell me I’m gonna spend eternity with one of them … who picks which one?”
Francis: “What makes you think you’ll ever get to heaven?”
Henry: “What makes you think there’s a heaven to get to?”
Mort: “What if the women get to choose and what if neither one of them wants anything more to do with your sorry old self?”
Henry had the last word.
Henry: “Jimmy knows.”
Clancy: “Jimmy’s dead.”
Henry: “Yeah, but he knows the answer. It says so on his tombstone … Now I know more than the wisest man alive.”
That was that. The talk turned to online dating.
I left but I left wondering: who do you spend eternity with?
If you’re a woman, think of all the men you’ve loved before. If you’re a man, think of all the women you’ve loved before.
Who do you spend eternity with?
Here’s where it gets crazy and if you don’t believe heaven is waiting, none of this will make any sense.
I had a dream.
In my dream, I was walking through a field of flora unlike any I have seen. In the middle of the field was a large rock and on the rock sat the first girl I ever loved.
“I like it here,” I said to her. “Can I stay with you?”
“Only the part of you that knew me can stay with me.”
That didn’t make a lot of sense to me.
What dream does?
I walked on.
There, on the rock, sitting with the first girl I ever loved, was me. Me at the age I loved her. The rest of me had moved on.
Here’s what I think. The answer to the old boys’ question, “Who do we get to spend eternity with?” is everyone we ever loved. All the moments of your life that were given to, shared with a specific person can only belong to that person. Clancy was married to Margaret and, later in his life, to Maureen. When he steps into eternity, every moment of his life shared with Margaret will be shared with her again forever. Same for Clancy and Maureen.
Same for everyone who ever steps into eternity.
Makes sense, don’t you think?
Then there’s Mort’s question: “What if neither one of them wants anything more to do with your sorry old self?”
I’ll have to dream up another answer.
Of course, if you don’t believe heaven is waiting, none of this makes any sense.
By: William McDonald/Author/Old Friends (Endless Love)
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