An end-of-the-year 2014 picture of Bill Gardenhire (or Mr. "G" as they called him)
and my husband with one of their students.
Mr. "G" in his end of the year Wizard costume, a student, and my husband hidden in his spacesuit costume |
Whenever one of my adult children would call to tell me the
devastating news of one of their young friends tragically passing away, so
sudden and shocking, I would try and come up with some words of wisdom and/or
comforting words for them.
Usually my first words would be, “life is so fragile,” and
it truly is. We are just one heartbeat
away from leaving this life, our earthly bodies, and so many that we love and
cherish; so much that we want to do and see; so much life yet to live. I would tell my children to treasure these
days and hug those whom they are near.
It is a nasty reminder that everything must come to an end
one day, even our own lives. It is also
a reminder to be close to the ones you love; to live a reality that one day may
be all you have. This sense of urgency
and closeness washes over us.
When my mother was dying of cancer she received a phone call
from one of her friends. What horrible
news her friend said, how awful it all is.
My mother exclaimed, “Why? I have
lived a full life; I have done many things that I have enjoyed; I have a
wonderful family. Why be unhappy?”
Even in the end she was so positive. Will I be that way, I wonder?
Whenever someone close passes away, I always have these same
thoughts. I don’t know what other
comforting words there are or any words of wisdom that haven’t already been
said or repeated.
Then I am reminded of another story my mother loved to
tell. She had just lost her father and
the next day she got the news that her second grandson had been born, my first
born. She was thrilled and she would say
– “When one life passes and lights the sky, another is born.” Life continues on. “For now we see through a glass darkly, but
then face to face.” I Cor. 13:12
I can already see Mr. G’s huge smile lighting the skies.
Condolences on your loss. Thinking of you.
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