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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