Counting Our Blessings - I
We have a very good friend named Bruce Christensen. I've known him since high school. Denny, since college. He and Denny have many wonderful memories... racing wheel chairs in the subway downtown, comparing *war* stories and coming in 2nd TO LAST in the road rally that our college held. ;-D One January in 1995, we even re-introduced him to his wife, Jane, who we also both knew in college. They were married the following year. They live just blocks from us.
On October 14th, Jane's Mom died, rather expectedly. She had a huge book collection which Jane and Bruce decided to generously give to friends. I went over and chose enough to keep me in reading material for a good long while. That was Friday. On Monday, very unexpectedly, Bruce died. He was only 60. I know that seems old to many of you, but it's really not any more. And he was SO healthy! We went to his wake on Thursday. Where we learned that Jane's brother, Steve had died the evening before. His was expected but he was only 51. Three deaths for Jane and her family in barely 6 weeks.
Bruce was buried Friday in a serenely beautiful spot at the top of a hill. Jane's Mom and Dad are buried in the adjoining plots. Steve will be buried tomorrow just a couple rows ahead. Six weeks, three raw looking graves, one family.
Don't wait to count your blessings. Or tell people how you feel about them! We all do it .... but tomorrow just might be too late.
On October 14th, Jane's Mom died, rather expectedly. She had a huge book collection which Jane and Bruce decided to generously give to friends. I went over and chose enough to keep me in reading material for a good long while. That was Friday. On Monday, very unexpectedly, Bruce died. He was only 60. I know that seems old to many of you, but it's really not any more. And he was SO healthy! We went to his wake on Thursday. Where we learned that Jane's brother, Steve had died the evening before. His was expected but he was only 51. Three deaths for Jane and her family in barely 6 weeks.
Bruce was buried Friday in a serenely beautiful spot at the top of a hill. Jane's Mom and Dad are buried in the adjoining plots. Steve will be buried tomorrow just a couple rows ahead. Six weeks, three raw looking graves, one family.
Don't wait to count your blessings. Or tell people how you feel about them! We all do it .... but tomorrow just might be too late.