A Race Well Run

EMMA ELIZABETH DUNNAM

March 1, 2006 - February 1, 2010

Thighs aching. Lungs burning.

Chest pressed against the Finish Line tape.

Ears ringing as fans packed 1,000 deep on each side of the course chant:

"Em-ma! Em-ma! Em-ma!

Em-ma! Em-ma! Em-ma!"

A single tear falls down her face as the finish line tape snaps against the push of her chest.

The noise of the crowd dies out.

Her legs no longer hurt. She breaths normally.

She walks slowly forward.

And opens her eyes!

She gazes around at a serene white landscape. All is quiet.

A loving gentleman in a flowing white gown runs gently to her.

They embrace. His hands leave small specs of blood on her back.

He says, "You were missed, welcome home".

She says, "I wasn't gone that long, and besides, we spoke every day".

They walk towards the Throne hand in hand,

He walking, she skipping.

Under the seriphems they go, listening to their eternal songs.

And on her face she falls as her entire soul sings out praises to God.

With a thunderous boom the voice of the Creator calls her by name: "Emma".

She is saturated by the sound. She cannot answer.

She wants to sing praises. She wants to dance. She cannot move.

She feels His warm breath on the nap of her neck and hopes to spend eternity there.

He again speaks and His voice drowns out the praises of the seraphim's: "Emma".

She can't speak, but He knows her soul is listening.

And He says, "You really knocked their socks off, kiddo".

Emma giggles, "Yes LORD, we did".

"Good job".

A simple vision from the forever grateful and until we meet again,

Daddy and Mommy