Received a bit of good news tonight via email from Soul Mate concerning a friend that was having major surgery. Appears prayers have been answered and good reports indicate a major hurdle and challenge has been averted.
It is times like these when we all look inward with our lives and memories. Death is the great evangelist.Many a person has turned away from their wayward paths when death or tragedy invaded their lives. Memories of past losses come flooding to the surface of our thoughts.
I have seen my share of death in my life. I am the youngest of a family of 5 children, of which there are only 2 remaining siblings. My father's side had 5 siblings and my mother was the middle of 10 children...all dead. Funerals and wakes were a big part of my life and upbringing. My mother instilled me that death was a forgone conclusion and that we will never escape it. She was from an era where death was not a stranger. Her childhood friends died from common childhood diseases like measles and contracted polio. She was not a religious or I can't even say she was a believer or not, but I believe that she knew that there was something better on the other side of this life.Yet there was still a fete de'complete attitude with Mom. She stood by calmly and quietly as we mourned my father, her mother and her siblings, always knowing her time would come soon enough.
This is my Dad. Has been gone so long that I only have small bits of memory of him. I remember I was always proud to see him drive that wrecker home.
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