The Ghost Of Christmas Future
I am not sure what brought me to mass this morning, especially considering I have had difficulties believing in anything lately. Loneliness and despair would be my bet.
I stood behind the back row and staring at me the whole time was a gorgeous little girl that much resembled the two year old version of you, which I’ve seen in a few old photos. She made me smile and cry at the same time. Her salt&pepper haired dad held her close and kissed her constantly with all the love in the world. As he turned to me to shake my hand “peace be with you”, his eyes seemed to pierce through my soul. He was much older than I had first anticipated. Late forties I presumed and realized that he started his family later in life.
It reminded me of a time long ago, during a period of self-reflection, I met with a well renowned psychic. I did this with as much skepticism as I have in the church today. At a time when having a family was of no interest to me, this psychic told me that I would meet someone who would eventually bare my child. We would have a girl and she would be blessed with the musical inclination and talent to play violin, but be burdened with respiratory problems - both traits inherited from her mother.
In light of recent events, and while another man replaces me in your heart, there is little likelihood the mother of my daughter could be you (although I did believe it for a long time).
And yet as I spend this Christmas feeling old and lonely, a man and his daughter, showed me there might still be life left to live.
Merry Christmas.
