his presence still lingers

I can be sure that if I go into the Ruth Building at KCU, where the business offices are located, Bill's name will be brought up by at least one person while I am there. It happens when I attend ball games in the Dick Damron gym too. The cafeteria is a less likely place for that to happen, especially if it isn't meal time, unless I see the food service manager who almost always has a memory to share. A couple of weeks ago it was about 2 o'clock and I hadn't eaten lunch so went to the cafe to grab some lunch meat and cheese. I was surprised by who I saw sitting at a table eating lunch by themselves. A friend, but not a close friend and not someone associated with KCU.  Not someone I felt free to join at their table, and they were finishing their dessert anyway, so I sat at the table before theirs, facing them so we could have a quick, polite chat, but not be obligated to carry on a full blown conversation. Initial chit chat, interspersed with a few silent moments between ensued. He was talking about feeding his cows and how doing chores or being outside is when he does his best thinking. He was telling me about going to the creek to wipe the mud from his boots and the next thing I heard from him was "Your husband was one of, no, he was the best man I've ever known." I didn't see that coming, especially since it's been 7 1/2 years since he last saw Bill and I see him a few times a year.

A couple of days ago a friend sent a picture of Bill sharing devotions at halftime of an Upward basketball game her nephew played in. 

Today another friend posted one of Bill's favorite sayings when things were unsettled or questionable but there was no good way to present a defense without causing bigger problems. "Time and truth walk hand in hand".

I see evidence of Bill's protection, provision and hard work all around me, everyday, in our home and in the fact I don't have to hold down a job with an income to pay my bills. Because of that I can volunteer at several places.

I see him in my children and some of their behaviors. In traditions we don't let go of. In my grandchildren, especially when I get a picture of them going through mud puddles or pulling their pants up so the waistband almost reaches their neck.

I hear him in some of the things his mom says.

I am thankful to have been married to a man who is still making a positive impact on this world, even though he isn't here.