Her preferred form of communication is iMessage from her iPad. She has an iPad because she saw me using one and thought, “I bet I can read off of one of those.”
I got to give Peg her first opportunity to preach in church a few years ago. I’ve never seen someone so happy, and I’m not exaggerating.
This past Sunday Peg came up to me after worship and smiled her big smile. We then had a conversation that went like the following.
“I had a dream about you,” she said.
“Oh? What was it about?”
“Well, things weren’t going well fore down at the home, and I said, ‘Bring me Wes Allen.’ But they didn’t know which Wes Allen you were so they just brought in a whole bunch of Wes Allens.
“They were all wearing business suits and ties and I said, ‘Those aren’t my Wes Allen.’
“And then someone showed up with shaggy hear, wearing sweat pants and a tee-shirt, and I smiled and said, ‘That’s my Wes Allen!”
She was grinning bright as the sun as she finished her story, and I grinned back.
“Peg, I think I’m going to have to blog that one.”
She grinned even more. I think she was hoping I’d do that.
I didn’t know that was the last conversation I’d have with her this side of the resurrection.
Tuesday night Peg had dinner and was her normal joyous self. Later she came down for her meds and was joking with the other residents as she waited for her turn. Then she went up to her room, sat in her favorite chair with a hymnal, and fell asleep.
Jesus took her to be with him.
I didn’t know my last conversation with Peg would be about a silly dream that highlighted my lack of formality. But, it fits. I can’t express just how much I’m going to miss this beautiful person.