Come Home Lauren

Come Home Lauren

     I just wish you could come home.  I wish I could see you walk through the front door and hear you throw your truck keys in the dish and slam the door behind you.  Then I would hear you call my name, and I would drop whatever I was doing to go and greet you.  And we would throw our arms around each other and hold each other too tight.  I could smell your hair and feel your soft skin and hear your Lauren voice.  And we could talk and laugh together.  I miss that so much.  If I could only see your face no longer frozen in time, my heart would feel full and complete again.  I believe that one day this reunion will come to pass.  It is just so hard to wait a lifetime for that day, and to know that I must die to see you again. 

     So please come home Lauren, any way you can, even if only in my dreams.  Stay with me and visit me, if only for a moment.  Tell me again that it will be alright. Remind me that you are still there.  Give me hope that I will see you again. Promise me that in some way, all of this pain is a part of something bigger than I can possibly comprehend right now.  I miss you beloved daughter, every day, in everything I do.  Come home my angel child of God, and touch my heart again.  I love you always!

Tara Rodney

8/31/11

Postscript

The day after I wrote this, I received a text message from London’s boyfriend, John.  It was a picture of a frog with a message that read, “No more mourning.  She’s still here. :) ”.  John had no idea that I had been crying alone the day before, writing Come Home Lauren.  My heart was touched, and the smile would not leave my face.  Lauren sent a message home.  She heard my cries and reminded me that she is still here with me, just like I asked.