Tom Logue Redux

We will be saying goodbye to our friend Tom Logue today, so his memory is much on my mind, to say the least.

His copy of God, Could You Talk a Little Louder? was sitting on my desk and I thumbed through it yet again. I will remind you that this little book is a collection of Tom’s journal entries during the 17 years the Logues had Tommy with them. Tommy died of muscular dystrophy in 1972.

All the entries are pure Tom Logue, but let me share this one with you...

I visited friends last week in Hot Springs who had lost a family member. When I returned home, I realized I didn’t have my eyeglasses. I called back to see if I might have left them at the house. I was told they could not find my glasses. There was an extra pair on the piano, but they were sure those belonged to the deceased.
At the graveside service, I served as a pallbearer. When the casket was opened it looked to me – without my glasses – that the deceased was wearing my glasses!
After the service was over, I asked the preacher to tarry with me a moment. I told him my dilemma.
Even looking closer, without my glasses, I couldn’t tell for sure if the gentleman had on my glasses.
My glasses never have “shown up here” at the house, or the office, or anywhere.
My guess it they have “shown up There.” Well, if they had to go, I am glad they didn’t take me with them.

It is my hope that where Tom is now, he won’t need his glasses.