I miss Judy. I miss her physical presence…the conversations…that little “hitch” in her laugh…the fun we enjoyed talking about and watching our favorite football teams after enjoying a spaghetti & meatball dinner (including seconds & dessert). She was passionate about the “War Eagles.” I will miss her at the Holley family Thanksgiving and other special events. She was family.
I miss the bike rides on the Silver Comet Trail…her determined, some might say “stubborn” spirit…her “I can do this” attitude…even when facing cancer, which in the end destroyed her body but not her spirit. I remember the last time we biked the SCT when she was physically unable to keep up. Yet she did…until we reached the turnaround. Realizing she was probably slowing Jan and me down, she insisted we head back…that she would be okay and would be behind us. Reluctantly we did. But, when Jan and I finished our ride, thinking we had left Judy far behind, we looked back to see her topping the final hill and coasting into the trailhead less than a minute behind us! That’s the “Judy” I will miss.
When I think of Judy no longer in pain and being physically present with us, I think of the eternity that lies ahead for all of us know the Lord. It reminds me of Elmer Cole’s great song, ”Ten Thousand Years.”
The battle’s over…the victory is won…ten thousand years…and she’s just begun! She has ‘topped the final hill’ and is at rest…she’s Home. I will miss her…until then.