Then the
mother of one of my Girl Scouts posted that she lost her father. I did not know him either, but I know his
daughter and granddaughter well. He was
only fifty-four years old and died peacefully in a chair on his back porch
after closing his eyes to rest. He was
just given a good health report at a recent check-up. It doesn’t matter that she has brothers and a
sister to share this loss, the pain is still there and when we talked she said
she was “hanging in there.” I can say with all honesty I do know how she feels
having lost my mother who died in her sleep.
But none of
us walks in the exact same steps as the other.
The best gift we can give those touched by such tragedy is our presence
and compassion. The lesson for me is to
remind myself that life is short and we never know how quickly it can
change. As hard as it sounds, we are
called to live each day as if it were our first day and last day. As Leo Tolstoy writes in his story the "Three Questions" – “Remember then: there is only one time that is important-- Now! It is the most important time because it is the only time when we have any power. The most necessary man is he with whom you are, for no man knows whether he will ever have dealings with anyone else: and the most important affair is, to do him good, because for that purpose alone was man sent into this life!"
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