A dear friend unexpectedly lost his wife in the prime of her life. As he has struggled with his grief and the sorrow of their two teenage sons, he has also tried to find a way to recognize his wife as the brilliant architect, warm mother, sister and friend that she was. I get emails from him about walks to remember her and a few YouTube videos of singers that bear more than a striking resemblance to his beloved. Recently, he sent me this photo with the following caption:
Not wanting to contradict or offend him, I said, “There is so much we do every day that changes the course of human life. Her impact was vast — not just in your immediate family’s life, but to relative outsiders like me.”
Very cruelly, I know that someday my time on earth will end. I don’t accept that time will wash away a life like footprints on a beach. I think of my modest Kansas homesteading forebears — they laid the path for generations of my family to be hard-working and diligent. In turn, they had a girl who, although raised on the prairie, used her own hard work and diligence to sail with her family around the world.
How we live our life does matter.
Appointed readings for today: Isaiah 49: 8-15, Psalm 145:8-19, John 5:19-29