Life is fragile.
It would be amazing if we could just handle life with ‘kid gloves’ so that maybe we could lengthen it’s stay. Maybe, if we didn’t take it for granted so, extra time would be granted. Precious time. If only.
Sadly, that’s just not how life works. Our time here is limited. Borrowed, really, from the almighty Creator.
Not one living thing is exempt from it’s grasp.
Nothing. can. keep. us. from. death’s grip.
You can’t run from it, avoid it, stop it.
Why then, is it so easy for us to forget how easily, quickly, and without warning, death can snatch us, never to return?
We walk about our day, usually with little thought to saying good-byes and living in the moment as if it were our last. We get bogged down in minor irritations and declare our day a loss. When in reality, every breath is a reason for celebration.
Last night, a dear family friend lost her husband unexpectedly. Without warning. Today the family still can’t believe it is real.
I understand. Ten and a half months ago my family lost my step-dad to a work-related accident. Suddenly. Without warning.
One minute he was working, anxious to get home after being gone for a few months. The next, Elvin was gone. Lost to us in this life.
One minute we were eating lunch, Christmas shopping, and laughing at silly jokes. The next, my brother and I were picking my mom up out of the floor of the Golden Corral….literally. Lives changed. Shattered. In an instant. Love lost in the time it takes you to simply breath in.
When my mom talked to him that morning, she never dreamed it would be their last conversation.
The last time he would call.
The last time she would hear his voice.
Her last good-bye.
It’s still, almost a full year later, hard to believe. Hard to allow it to sink in, that I will never drive up to their house to see him working on the tractor out in the field again. Hard to believe that the grandbabies will never again be able to climb into his lap as they so often did. Hard to believe that at every family get together from now on, we will be missing one who was loved so dearly. So, so hard.
The only way, the only light through all of this…..has been provided by my refuge, my strength, my Savior. Through the tears. The pain. The longing. He is there, carrying us. After all, His love for us is greater than any we have for each other. His love cannot be contained. I can rest in Him, trusting, knowing…. that although I may not see the purpose of His plan, there is, in fact, a purpose. Our dear loved one was not lost in vain. God is in control.
Today, a dear friend is only at the beginning of this terrible, painful struggle. A life lost. Many lives left behind, changed forever by his absence. My heart hurts. It aches for their pain. It opens up old wounds that had finally begun to heal, if only a little. I’m right back to that day. That moment.
Today, as you go about your day, hug your loved ones a little tighter.
Pay attention to their words. Their expressions.
Don’t leave words unspoken that need to be heard.
Live life with the reality of it’s fragile state. We are blessed to be given wonderful family and friends to love. Every minute spent with a loved one is a blessing. Don’t let the irritations and frivolities of life keep you from cherishing every moment.
It just might be the last one you get.
We have more pictures of him on the tractor with the grandbabies than we can count!
Only a few months before we lost him.
He drove through the night to come in from out of state to be there.
April 20, 1948 – December 4, 2011
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