***24 March 2012***
Life is short. 90. short. On Sunday morning I woke up early to finish Daughters in My Kingdom, but I instead found myself on Virginia Boyce's doorstep. I parked my car as usual, this time without gift or treat or even a carol to sing -- just me. I rushed out in the flurry March morning. I stood on the doorstep and noticed the details in the glass. It looked different… I think I used to be able to see through her window with her children and their children and even their children on the wall, so I'd always know when Virginia was home. But this time I just waited on the doorstep… And while I waited on the doorstep, I waited for my knock to be heard, and the doorstep brought me back to the fall leaves, and the fifty of us singing, and our one-on-one visits.
I was no longer on the doorstep. I was in a love story at BYU; she loved him, and I wanted to love just as she did. I was in Nevada riding horses to school, but really I was just on the doorstep… and when the door cracked opened it wasn't Virginia. She simply wasn't feeling well. "Tell her I came by…" smile. I turned with tear-filled eyes, because somehow I knew that would be the last time I'd be on her doorstep.
Virginia said "she had learned enough" and wondered when Heavenly Father would ever allow her to "stop learning and learning and learning"... I think Virginia is a teacher now. And I'm now learning, and one day, I'll meet Virginia again on her doorstep, and it will be the greatest of all visits.
