I sat at the gravesite of my dad on May 10 and I thought my
heart would break. It seemed a short
time ago we were at the same place but only burying my mom. In two years we watched my dad succumb to
heart failure and finally on May 6, he met Jesus face to face and was reunited
with mom.
As sad as the day was and as heartbroken as my brother and I
were, there in those quiet moments as we listened to TAPS being played by the
Navy Honor Guard, I noticed something.
The birds were still singing, the sun was still shining, and life was
continuing on.
As the burial ended and people began to disperse, I looked
around me. People were laughing and
visiting like it was a family reunion.
In a sense it was. Many of those
people had not seen each other in several years. Yes, life goes on.
While I was standing there with tears running down my face,
my youngest son, who always provides levity in serious situations, came up to
me. He asked, “Do you notice anything
wrong with me?” I didn’t. His wife then pointed to his shoes-two mismatched
black dress shoes! He snickered, smiled,
and stated, “Well, at least I got a left one and a right one.” I nearly choked on my tears as I laughed a
belly laugh. Yes, life goes on.
As we walked toward the cars, I looked in the distance and
saw my husband playing with our precious 20 month old grandson. They were running in the grassy area and
Gideon was giggling. “How fitting,” I
thought. Life goes on.
As a minister’s wife, we know all the answers in our
head. We know the death of a Christian
is not really a sad day because that person is with their Lord. However, we are human beings who are selfish
and grieve for our own loss. Death is a
part of life and none of us will escape it.
Thus, life goes on.
So, life goes on.
There will be births, deaths, sickness, weddings, family reunions, etc
for generations to come. God allows us a
short time on this earth to do His work.
He calls us to lead others to Him.
When our time is up, He will call us home to live with Him for
eternity.
Yes, life goes on.
Just before we left
the gravesite, a dear friend of 52 years came up to me. He gave me a brotherly hug and opened his
jacket to reveal his inside breast pocket.
He said, “Shh, I brought you some Happy Pills aka Peanut M & Ms.” We
both laughed because his parents are with Jesus too and we both know that life
goes on.
1 comment:
Vickie, thank you so much for this post. It made me think of my parents who are also with Jesus. Not a day goes by that I don't think of one of them, quote something they said or laugh about something they have done. Thanks for the memories, and yes, life goes on!
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