THE CEDARVILLE REVIEW 13 graduate with a love for the Old Testament, was convinced that names held predictive power. He and my mother chose our names slowly and prayerfully. And that sister, the one sister who was lost to us, they would have named “Life.” Maybe it fi ts better than I thought. There is a life absent from my story, a character and a richness. And I miss it. I rarely recognize it; all I’ve ever known is the absence, the gap. How can I imagine what it is like to be fi lled? My name means something, too: “Resurrection.” ~ Dying must be like being born. There comes a time, impossible for us to predict, when our bodily supports fail us; when there is darkness, pain, pressure, fear; when we are going whether we will or no and nobody can help us. The rest of us are left looking at the emptiness, and we mistake it for the end.
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