Losing Another Friend

A long-time neighbor died at 78 just before New Year’s Day. He had suffered from Alzheimer’s and declined quickly. Erratic behavior led to memory care facility, soon thereafter hospice. That lasted less than a week and he was gone.

A life of service as a pastor. A life of caring for others and empowering them as well. In urban or suburban areas, and out of state as well. He was a pastor to thousands during his career.

Meanwhile he was a father, grandfather and neighbor. Paul was a silent soul and did not call attention to himself. He attracted attention only by his steadiness and attention to detail.

He liked his cars clean and tidy. In the land of Lincoln, the home of the never clean car, that is a tall order. Yet, every Saturday come rain, shine or snow, Paul was out there washing his cars, drying them off and then pulling them into the garage. His driveway was as neat and tidy. After every snowfall, he scraped the surface clean so the cars were kept clean, too.

There comes a time in each of our lives when we lose a friend, colleague, neighbor or associate. Once started, that happening becomes an avalanche. By your 70s the tempo steps up and you wonder about your own final date. It is a natural thing. It is sobering on the one hand and maturing on the other. After all, death is normal and expected. Like birth, end of life is a reality for all of us.

That doesn’t make it any more pleasant as we feel the loss of good people who steadied our lives. They will be missed. We know this. That alone is a worthy prayer for their having graced this earth.

Peace and wellness. To all.

January 10, 2023

 

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