I see you in him: A letter to the woman I never met

I used to daydream about meeting you for the first time.

What would you be like? Are you funny? Kinda serious? Anything like my own wonderful mother?

…most importantly, would you like me?

Whenever I thought of the future husband of my life I thought about his mother and I used to get nervous thinking that you would find me annoying.

The possibility never occurred to me that I would never meet you.

So many times I thought about how we could get to know each other and the advice I would seek from you about your son, but I can’t. What am I to do without you here? But I don’t even know you.

I don’t even know you, but just a glimpse of your smile in his.

I don’t even know you, but just a shadow of your kindness in his actions.

I don’t even know you, but just a snapshot of your love for the Lord in his heart.

I don’t even know you, but just a glance of you in your loving and kind family.

Dear Mrs. Carol,

I think of you often, and how I wish I had known you before you passed away. At this moment I know you are with our Father in Heaven, celebrating and worshiping our Savior. I wish I had the chance to meet you, and although I won’t have that chance here, I’ll have that chance There. I can see you in your family, and in the way they love and care for each other and for others. I see you in your son. He talks of you often. He loves you. He misses you. Thank you for helping raise a man of God.

To the woman I never met, I look forward to the Day I can meet you for the first time face to face.

Sarah Skepple




I’ll see you again my dear Flower

The dust from the room settled on my chair. I could feel the sun’s rays on my face.

The birds were chirping their songs through the air, and the bees buzzed past my ears.

“Never close this window.” He would always say, holding my hand. “It’s where I saw you for the first time.”

I was 18 when I saw him walking down our street. I had opened my window to let the cool breeze dry my tears.

The echos of “I told you so” rang through my head. My heart was broken for the last time, and I began the long journey of walking the road alone, again.

As the pain of tear after tear hung in my eye, they began to fall down my face, and then I saw him. He was looking at me. With sorrowful eyes he grabbed a piece of paper from his backpack and folded it into a flower, and put it on the side of the road.

As he placed the flower on the ground he looked up at me and gave me a reassuring smile as if to say, “you’re going to be okay. This is the beginning.”

My eyes followed him as far as they could. As I brought my head back through the window I hit the window frame and the dust began settling on my face. I started sneezing.

I came back to reality. It’s been 10 years since the day my life was changed forever. I will always remember his last words to me…”I’ll see you again my dear Flower.”

Sarah Skepple