© 2015 by Wanda E. Brunstetter
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DEDICATION
To caregivers everywhere, who selflessly give to others.
Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.
MATTHEW 5:7
CONTENTS
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35
Chapter 36
Chapter 37
Chapter 38
Chapter 39
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42
Epilogue
Recipes
Discussion Questions
About the Author
PROLOGUE
Arthur, Illinois
Edna Schrock shivered and pulled her woolen shawl tightly around her shoulders as she stepped out of the house Saturday evening. The air was cold and windy, like it had been most of the winter, yet it was two weeks into spring. They ought to be having warmer weather by now, but winter didn’t seem to want to give in just yet. Last week, the temperatures rose into the upper seventies, and everyone caught spring fever. Neighbors and friends began preparing their gardens, and fields had already been plowed and were ready to be planted. Green shoots from flowers were coming up, and buds on the maples had turned red. Unfortunately, this time of year it wasn’t unusual for the weather to tease people into thinking winter was finally gone. The calendar might say it was April, but Mother Nature said otherwise.
Heading toward the barn, where her grandfather had gone to check on the horses, Elaine hurried her footsteps. The wind howled noisily. She glanced toward the darkening sky and shivered. It almost felt like it could snow.
Elaine entered the barn and headed for the horses’ stalls. “Grandpa,” she called, seeing no sign of him in the first stall where Grandma’s horse, Misty, had bedded down for the night.
She stopped to listen, but there was no response.
Moving on to the stall where her own horse, Daisy, was kept, Elaine still saw no sign of Grandpa. When she reached across the gate to stroke the mare’s head, she heard a low moan coming from the next stall.
Hurrying over, Elaine gasped. Grandpa lay in the straw a few feet from his horse, Dusty. “Grandpa, what happened? Did you slip and fall?” she asked, opening the gate and quickly entering the stall.
Grandpa’s eyelids fluttered, and he clutched his chest. “Lainie,” he murmured, using the nickname he’d given her when she was a girl.
“I’m here, Grandpa,” she said, dropping to her knees beside him. “Please, tell me what’s wrong.”
“I—I am katzodemich,” he mumbled.
“You’re short of breath?” Elaine’s heart pounded when he gave a feeble nod. Although she tried to remain calm, she couldn’t help noticing Grandpa’s pale skin and the bluish tint to his fingers and lips.
“Lie still, Grandpa,” she murmured. “I’ll run out to the phone shanty and call for help.”
“No, wait,” he said, clasping her hand. “There’s something I need to ask you.”
“What is it?” Elaine leaned closer to him, barely able to make out his words.
“If I don’t make it—will you promise me something?” Grandpa’s voice seemed to be growing weaker.
“Of course, Grandpa. What is it?”
“Look after your grandma for me. She—she’ll need someone to care for her now. C–can you promise me that?”
Tears welled in Elaine’s eyes as she held his cold hand. “I promise that I’ll always be there for Grandma, no matter what.” She gave his fingers a reassuring squeeze. “Help will be here soon, Grandpa. Don’t worry, you’re going to be fine.”
Elaine rose to her feet and dashed out of the barn. It had begun to rain hard, and the bleakness of her mood matched that of the foreboding sky. Tension mounted in her chest as she raced on shaky legs toward the phone shanty. The cold, wet drops made it hard to hurry as she slipped along, trying not to lose her footing. “Dear Lord,” she prayed out loud, “please let my grandpa be okay. Grandma needs him, and so do I.”
CHAPTER 1
Tears coursed down Elaine’s cheeks and dripped onto the front of her black mourning dress. The mourners had arrived at the cemetery a few minutes ago, ready to put Grandpa Schrock’s body to rest in the ground. He’d died of an apparent heart attack just moments after the paramedics arrived Saturday evening. This morning, because Grandma wanted it that way, Grandpa’s funeral service had been held in a large tent outside their home, rather than in the Otto Center, where some local Amish funerals took place.
During the service, one of the ministers quoted Matthew 5:7: “Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy.” Grandpa had always been merciful to others, and so had Grandma. When Elaine was five years old and her parents had been killed in a buggy accident, her father’s parents had taken her in. They’d been wonderful substitute parents, teaching, loving, and nurturing Elaine, yet asking so little in return. She only hoped she could live a life that would be pleasing not only to Grandma, but also to God.
If I’d only found Grandpa sooner, could he have been saved? Elaine wondered. Oh, Grandpa, I already miss you so much.
Elaine glanced over at her grandmother, standing to her left with hands folded, as though praying. Her eyes brimmed with tears. Grandma Schrock was a strong woman, but the grief she felt over losing her husband of forty-five years was evident on her face. And why wouldn’t it be? Elaine’s grandparents always had a deep, abiding love for each other, and it showed in everything they said and did as a c
ouple. Elaine hoped to experience that kind of love when she got married someday.
Taking Grandma’s hand, Elaine’s throat constricted as Grandpa’s simply crafted wooden coffin was placed inside a rough pine box that had already been set in the opening of the grave. Death for the earthly body was final, yet she was confident that Grandpa’s soul lived on and that he now resided in a much better place. Grandpa had lived the Christian life in every sense of the word, and he’d told Elaine many times that he loved the Lord with all his heart, soul, and mind. Yes, Elaine felt certain that Grandpa was in heaven with Jesus right now and perhaps even looking down on them with a smile. Did Grandma feel it, too? Quite possibly she did, for she gave Elaine’s fingers a gentle squeeze as she turned her face toward the blue sky. Thank You, Lord, for giving us a sunny day to say our good-byes, Elaine prayed.
A slight chill hung in the air, but at least it wasn’t raining, and only a gentle breeze whispered among the many headstones surrounding them. A bird chirped from a tree outside the fenced-in graveyard, as though offering comfort and a hope for the future.
A group of men from their church district began to sing while the grave was filled in by the pallbearers. Elaine winced. Although she had been quite young when her parents died, she still remembered standing in the cemetery during the burial, holding her grandparents’ hands. Elaine’s maternal grandparents, who had since died, had been living in Oklahoma back then. They had decided not to uproot Elaine from the only home she’d known, and she was grateful that Grandma and Grandpa Schrock had been more than willing to take her in. As the last shovelful of dirt was placed over the coffin, Elaine remembered her final words with Grandpa and her promise to take care of Grandma. And I will, Elaine reminded herself. For as long as Grandma needs me, I will be there for her.
Bishop Levi Kauffman asked the congregation to pray the Lord’s Prayer silently, which concluded the graveside service. It was time to start back to the house for the funeral meal their friends and neighbors had prepared, but Elaine had no appetite. She’d be going through the motions and doing what was expected of her. Grandma would no doubt do the same.
Scanning the faces of close friends and church members, Elaine saw that the heartache she and Grandma felt today was shared by all. Although nothing had been said during the funeral service earlier this morning about Grandpa’s attributes, everyone knew that Lloyd Schrock was a kind, caring man. Having farmed in this community from the time he’d married Grandma until his recent retirement, Grandpa had proved his strong work ethic and commitment to the community. How many times had Elaine witnessed him getting up at the crack of dawn to head out to the fields without a word of complaint? Grandma always got up with him and made sure he ate a hearty breakfast before beginning another busy day. She’d done the same for Elaine throughout her school days.
Elaine would miss their shared meals, as well as Grandpa’s smile and the stories he often told. On cold winter evenings, they would sit by the fire, enjoying apple cider and some of Grandma’s delicious pumpkin or apple pie. All the wonderful times the three of them had together would be cherished memories.
As folks turned from the grave site and began walking back to their buggies, Elaine’s friends Priscilla Herschberger and Leah Mast approached Elaine and her grandmother and hugged them warmly. No words were necessary. These two young women had been Elaine’s best friends since they were children, and even though at twenty-two Elaine was the youngest of the three, they’d always gotten along well.
“Are you coming over to our house for the meal?” Elaine asked.
Priscilla and Leah both nodded.
“We’ll do whatever we can to help out today so you and your grandma can relax and visit with those who attend.” Leah, whose hair was golden brown like a chestnut, gave Elaine’s arm a tender squeeze.
“You can count on us, not just for today, but in the days ahead as you and your grandma strive to adjust.” Priscilla’s dark eyes, matching the color of her hair, revealed the depth of her love.
“Danki, I appreciate you both so much.” Given a choice, Elaine would prefer to keep busy, but she’d be expected to visit with the guests, so she wouldn’t think of turning down her friends’ offer of help.
“I am grateful for you, too,” Grandma said, her voice trembling a bit. “I value all of our friends in this community.”
As Elaine and Grandma moved slowly toward their buggy, Elaine caught sight of Jonah Miller heading her way. For nearly a year, she and Jonah had been courting, and Elaine was fairly certain it was just a matter of time before he proposed marriage. A week ago, she would have eagerly agreed to marry Jonah if he’d asked. But with Grandpa dying, she needed to be there for Grandma. Perhaps later, once Grandma had recovered sufficiently, Elaine would be ready for marriage. But she would continue to look after Grandma, making sure that all of her needs were met.
“I’m sorry for your loss,” Jonah said, his coffee-colored eyes showing the depth of his concern as he looked first at Grandma and then Elaine. “If there’s anything I can do for either of you, please let me know,” he added, pulling his fingers through the back of his thick, curly black hair, sticking out from under the brim of his black dress hat.
“We will,” Grandma murmured. “Danki.”
All Elaine could manage was a brief nod. If she spoke to Jonah, her tears would flow, and she might not be able to stop them. There would be time for her and Jonah to talk—perhaps later this afternoon or evening if he stayed around after the meal that long. Jonah had a business to run, and he might need to get back to work this afternoon.
As though reading her thoughts, Jonah touched Elaine’s arm and said, “I’ll see you back at your house.” Nodding in Grandma’s direction, he sprinted for his horse and buggy.
As Jonah stepped into his buggy and picked up the reins, he thought about Elaine and her grandmother and wondered what they would do now that Lloyd was gone. Would they continue to offer sit-down dinners in their home for curious tourists, or would Elaine find some other employment in order to help out financially? Although Lloyd had retired from farming, he’d continued to earn money by selling a good deal of the produce they raised to a local store where many Amish, as well as some English, shopped. He wondered if Elaine would end up taking over that responsibility.
I could ask Elaine to marry me now. That would solve any financial worries she and her grandma might have. Jonah smiled. It would also make me a happy man.
Jonah had been unlucky in love—at least when he’d lived in Pennsylvania. He had fallen in love with Meredith, a beautiful young woman whom he’d met several years before while visiting Florida. Meredith had believed that her husband was killed in a tragic bus accident, and after a suitable time of courting, Jonah and Meredith made plans to be married. But on the eve of their wedding, Meredith’s husband, Luke, showed up. It turned out that he hadn’t been on that bus after all, but had suffered from amnesia because of a beating he’d received at the Philadelphia bus station. For over a year, Meredith had grieved for Luke, until she’d finally given her heart to Jonah. When Luke showed up, claiming his wife and child, Jonah’s whole world had turned upside down. Knowing he needed to get away from Lancaster County and begin again, a year and a half ago Jonah had moved to Arthur, Illinois, where his twin sister, Jean, lived with her family. Jean had also suffered a great loss when her first husband, Silas, was killed in a tragic accident. But since then, she had remarried. Jean had two children, Rebecca and Stephen by her first husband, and now she and Nathan had a baby boy named Ezekiel.
Jonah’s bishop from childhood used to say, “Everything happens for a reason. God can take the tragedies in our lives and use them for something good.” That was true in his sister’s life, for she seemed happy and content. Jonah had also found happiness and love again when he’d met Elaine. He looked forward to the future and hoped to make the pretty blond his wife someday. But while she and her grandma were recovering from this great loss, he wouldn’t bring up the subject of marri
age. Instead, he’d be there for her, offering support in every way. When the time was right, he’d propose.
Thinking about the others who had been at the cemetery, Jonah reflected on how Sara Stutzman had looked as though she might break down at any moment. Sara’s husband, Harley, had been killed by a falling tree ten months ago. Attending Lloyd’s funeral and going to the graveside service must have been difficult for her, especially given that Harley’s grave wasn’t more than ten feet from where Lloyd was buried.
It was hard for Jonah, too, because he and Harley had been good friends. Since Jonah was courting Elaine, he had to be careful not to offer Sara too much support. But he, as well as several other men from their community, had gone over to Sara’s several times to help out with chores. Jonah still dropped by occasionally to check on Sara and her two-year-old son, Mark. Usually Jonah’s sister, Jean, was with him, as she and Sara were good friends. He wondered if Sara would get married again, since it would be better for Mark if he had a father.
But that’s really none of my business, Jonah told himself. If it’s meant for Sara to marry again, she’ll choose the right man when the time comes.
Back at the house, Elaine visited a bit and then headed for her bedroom to retrieve a gift she’d purchased the week before for Leah. As she walked down the hall, each step was a struggle. Walking into her room on the main floor, Elaine quietly closed the door. The voices from those who had gathered in the yard, as well as from inside the house, became muffled.
She stood by the bedroom window, her head leaning against the cool glass. Gazing outside at the people who were visiting in the yard, she was overwhelmed by how many friends Grandpa had made over the years. Elaine watched with blurry vision as Priscilla and Leah and a few other women dashed around, making sure food and drinks were readily available for everyone. It was nice to see Grandma receiving so much support on such a difficult day. For Elaine, it was like losing her father all over again, only worse because she’d been with Grandpa a lot longer. Grandma’s heart was aching, too. It would take some time to work through all of this, and they would need to rely on God.
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