AnneBeth Bed time stories

My dear wife loves to fall asleep while I'm talking to her. She says my voice puts her to sleep. Now of all things endearing to a man's self esteem hearing you make me snore, isn't the most flattering, so I tell her stories. Now many of these stories have very abrupt endings for that is when I realize she is sound asleep. Sit back and prepare to snore.

The wind blew hard at Annebeth's worn clothes as she walked the 3 miles out of town to the cemetery. It was September 25th her 8th birthday and the orphanage where she lived didn't
give a hoot where she was. Since her Papa died all she had ever known was the hard hearts of the Headmaster and his mean wife Gonome and the bland watery fish soup for dinner and the grey mush for breakfast.
Earlier this day she had gone to school and for normal kids, for a birthday you invited friends home to a birthday party your parents put on. But all her classmates knew she was an orphan and orphans don't have parties.
AnneBeth pulled the thin shawl closer around her as a big truck blasted by. 3 miles was a long way but she was 8 now and there was plenty of big rocks she could huddle behind we she got too cold. All day long she walked and huddled and finally arrived at the cemetery where her papa was buried. Here at his headstone was where she curled in fact there was an indentation where she had come and curled so often. The headstone was large which blocked much of the cold coastal Norwegian wind. Oh Papa I miss you so much Little AnneBeth cried. I am 8 years old and nobody cares that it is my birthday today. But I know you would care if you were here.
Halfway across the cemetery was an old man in his mid fifties kneeling at a little grave.
AnneBeth had come here often and seldom did she ever see anyone unless it was a weekend and then they stayed only a few minutes. He was a curiosity to her for he was talking out loud to the little headstone before him. so she started crawling closer so she could make out what he was saying. She could tell he was broken hearted and heard him say "Lord I know you had your reasons for taking her, but oh how I miss her and love her". AnneBeth thought he was talking about his wife that had passed away, until she heard him say "she would be eight years old today and I would give anything to hold her and tell her how much I love and miss her."

Now at this point my dear wife is purring sound asleep in sleepy land and I can't sleep because the rest of the story is just hanging there to be finished. It reminded me of when I was in late junior high school and would get charlie horses in the middle of the night, oh , how I wanted to cry out for my Dad to come comfort me, but oh no I was too old for that.
I have watched people come to the end of their life and have regret for all they didn't accomplish, like my story I just presumed it would go on and on to a wonderful happy ending.
But life isn't all that gracious but GOD is . In heaven, in eternity there will be completeness to all half finished stories. We will see the completion of justice for all wrongs done. That is why the book of revelation speaks of battles with satan lasting so long, GOD will have completed justice.For now the rest of the story may have to wait, but it will come. There is a bible phrase' in the fullness of time". MY life will see the complete fullness of time.
But for my wife I doubt if she ever will get the rest of the story, snooze you loose!