I was supposed to have breakfast with my grandfather last Thursday.
Instead, he went into the hospital and is now in the process of dying.
I
was supposed to have lunch with Jeanie on Tuesday the 8th. She died on
Sunday the 6th, before we could complete our lunch date.
And
tonight, while cleaning out the basement, Wesley pulled out a baggie of
random parts. It was an X-BOX controller that Max had torn apart and
had plans to put a special module on it. And there it sits, undone, 21
months after his death. Why can't I bring myself to just throw it away?
I
guess the fact that death interrupts a busy life shows that we are all
busy leading our lives. Nobody gets to plan the exact moment they say
goodbye to this world. I don't like what death interrupts...
1 comment:
I am right there with you. I am a "sabbaticalized" college professor following the unexpected passing of my son. The world is a very different place now. My immaculate organized house forgot to pay taxes one year, and my files and my life are a world away from the person I was before. However, the radical journey has brought me more understanding than I thought possible, about myself, my other children, but mostly, about who God is and why my youngest son resides with him now.
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