For many years, George and Ida had talked about “crossing the bridge.” George’s dad “crossed the bridge” eighteen years ago; his mom eight years later. Friends were almost all over eighty and the time had come for them to cross the bridge.
But it was only six months ago that they knew they had to prepare for Ida to leave – to cross the bridge. They remembered songs about the great divide; they recalled that Jesus was sometimes referred to as “The Bridge” between life and death. They began trying to make the bridge look attractive. They sanded out the splinters and polished it with symbols of gold and silver, precious gems, and hallowed memories of those who had gone before. But it never could really look appealing. She didn’t want to go and he didn’t want her to. But now she had crossed. She was gone – gone forever.
One man crossed the bridge and returned after three days. He gave hope about the other side. That was some of the polishing they had done, recalling his story. But Ida still did not want to go. As she was leaving, George wanted to go with her. What would he do with Ida gone? What would he do left all alone? But he couldn’t go; it was not his time.
So now he sat thinking. She was gone; he was left. He would do what he had to do. He got up to call 911. Someone had to take care of the body lying in the bed. Ida had left it.
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Sweet aroma 
Sad but that’s reality.
Something we all should be prepared for. Don’t know that many are, however; except for those who are in much pain. We deny as long as we can.
Loved the words crossing the bridge. We believe the soul lives on after the death of the body. I believe this to be true as long as we remember someone even if they are no more with us. Regards
I want to be prepared. I believe Jesus is the way so I’m counting on him to show new horizons.
Yes.
Oh my I wasn’t expecting that ending.
Sad, but inevitable. Thanks for commenting.
Nicely done. J.
Thank you very much. I love confirmation.
poignant .. like ‘the crossing the bridge’ analogy … a real issue for us as we age 🙂
We are not intended to stay in denial; neither should we be overcome with anxiety. But it get hard to ignore when one ages.
so true, glad you are discussing/posting about the subject Oneta 🙂
Poignantly beautiful. For all of us as we progressively age it is REALITY. I’m so thankful Jesus points THE WAY for all who will accept Him.
So true. And he really is the Way.
This is so wonderful, Oneta! What a surprising ending! I loved it! ❤
So glad you enjoyed reading. I was surprised at the ending myself! 😀