*Note to reader: This posting is dedicated to a young man who passed from a brain tumor November 13, 2012. In deference to his family, I will not refer to his name. Just know that for all of the fighting and all of the bravado, there are losses and this fact, on every level, is tragic. I, for one, refuse to think this death or any other is in vain.
Ten years for an automobile is a long time. Ten years for child is nary a beginning.
I am approaching an age where loss, passing on and death tug at the corners of one's mind. A generation prior quickly becomes a generation lost.
In the battles with disease, when you are just trying to tread water, you can forget easily that your own mortality is in the balance just from time alone.
In recent days, news of the fallen has spilled in. One in particular is that of a ten year old boy who succumbed to a brain tumor. I confess to not personally knowing the boy but that doesn't cause one to pause for a very long moment.
During this time of year, our culture constricts the family bond to, sometimes, force us all in reminder that what is present now will not be guaranteed to have a future presence at all.
Immediately, there is a family who will not have their son, cousin, nephew, friend with them.
I know this is not uncommon. It's a sad truth. The world continues to rotate as we cling to the fabric of memory, every fiber stretching before us.
This isn't to focus on death. Tribulation berates us at every turn. So much so, that we often grow numb to the message.
This is a reminder that life is beyond price. Your life is priceless. We need you here. We want you here.
If we could pause for every loss, even for a moment, we would remind ourselves that there is a need, a demand, to be thankful for every breath we take.
We don't know where we will be tomorrow. I am not into the preordained. I am into appreciating every step we can take together.
This season, be thankful. Be grateful. Be humble. If we could all do these things at once, the universe would suddenly be in sync. Just an opinion.
Consciously remember to breathe. It is a treasure to do so. We want to celebrate life and the memory of how people lived, not how they left us.
Tell someone you appreciate them every day. It is our duty. It is our truth.
To the boy I never got to meet...be at peace.
Ten years for an automobile is a long time. Ten years for child is nary a beginning.
I am approaching an age where loss, passing on and death tug at the corners of one's mind. A generation prior quickly becomes a generation lost.
In the battles with disease, when you are just trying to tread water, you can forget easily that your own mortality is in the balance just from time alone.
In recent days, news of the fallen has spilled in. One in particular is that of a ten year old boy who succumbed to a brain tumor. I confess to not personally knowing the boy but that doesn't cause one to pause for a very long moment.
During this time of year, our culture constricts the family bond to, sometimes, force us all in reminder that what is present now will not be guaranteed to have a future presence at all.
Immediately, there is a family who will not have their son, cousin, nephew, friend with them.
I know this is not uncommon. It's a sad truth. The world continues to rotate as we cling to the fabric of memory, every fiber stretching before us.
This isn't to focus on death. Tribulation berates us at every turn. So much so, that we often grow numb to the message.
This is a reminder that life is beyond price. Your life is priceless. We need you here. We want you here.
If we could pause for every loss, even for a moment, we would remind ourselves that there is a need, a demand, to be thankful for every breath we take.
We don't know where we will be tomorrow. I am not into the preordained. I am into appreciating every step we can take together.
This season, be thankful. Be grateful. Be humble. If we could all do these things at once, the universe would suddenly be in sync. Just an opinion.
Consciously remember to breathe. It is a treasure to do so. We want to celebrate life and the memory of how people lived, not how they left us.
Tell someone you appreciate them every day. It is our duty. It is our truth.
To the boy I never got to meet...be at peace.
