Early last Friday I heard from a close friend that her beloved Aunt had just passed away. Several hours later I heard that my niece had just given birth to a baby boy. Both these events were expected but to have them happen within hours of each other really started me thinking about the cycle of life. Beginnings and endings and everything in between.
Aunt Joan was elderly, almost 81 and lived a full life. Her obituary will tell of her parents and siblings and other family members, her education, her work life, her hobbies and interests, her personality traits and all the things that made her Aunt Joan.
Jace is newborn, at least 5 weeks early. His life lies ahead of him. We know of his parents but at this time everything else is unknown Will he have siblings? What will he study? Where will he work? What will his hobbies and interests be? His personality and character and all the things that will make him Jace.
I am 52 years old, the youngest of 5 children. Over the past years we have said good-bye to almost all our relatives of our parents generation. We have two uncles and one aunt still here with us. And that leaves us, me and my siblings and cousins as the “elder” generation, Yikes! So now we are the wise ones? The ones with the knowledge and experience to advise the younger generations? The ones with the stories the young ones like to listen to?
When did that happen?
It makes me realize that our time here really is finite. We don’t get to go on forever. And so what do we do with that knowledge?
I started thinking about what I want to do with the time I do have left. What should I do with it? How do I know if I am doing the right thing (whatever that is). What if I make a mistake? What if I have regrets?
All these thoughts rolled around in my head over the past few days and nights. Yes, those thoughts about the meaning of life always arrive during the dark hours of the night.
And then this morning I woke to a fresh two inches of snow. All the mud and yuck that had appeared in my world over the past days was covered with a clean, blank sheet of white, just waiting to be written on.
And I thought…that’s what it’s all about. Every day we get a clean sheet to do with what we will. Over time all those sheets will make up the book of our life.
We don’t have to know what we will do for the rest of our life…just live today. Really live…don’t just put in the time.
Aunt Joan didn’t just put in her time, she lived her life right to the end.
And Jace, well Jace is just beginning…stay tuned!
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