
I watched last week as my elderly neighbor was taken away in an ambulance. I didn't enjoy the thoughts that crept into my mind the rest of the day and into that night. I watched a movie called "P.S. I Love You" where a young wife loses her husband to a brain tumor. The next day my coworker told me that her father was taken in to hospital after he fainted at work. It turns out the lower 1/2 of his heart was dead and the upper half was only pumping 20% of the blood it was supposed to.
This isn't intended to be "sappy" but it does hit me with an all too important thought...how short this life is and where we are going when it's done. I feel blessed to know that this isn't it. All the ambulances and sad movies and talk of death can't scare me...or it shouldn't.
Are you scared af death? yours? his? hers? mom and dad?
I watched today as Leo, my neighbor, with his daughter-in-law holding the majority of his weight, walked back into his home, to his waiting wife. More thoughts creep in, but always in the back, there behind the family vacations, school field trips, babies born and weddings is the thought and picture of me and my Father in heaven.
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