Every morning I have a routine... wake up, shower, walk dogs (yes, dogs, we got Lucy a brother named Larry last week.. more to come on that), come back, feed dogs, feed me and watch news, get ready for work. I'm not sure if watching the news is a good way to start your day, but it does make me start out the day thankful for what I have.
I have been following the news article about the mother in Cary who went missing on her morning jog on Saturday. It's very erry because we were/are training for the same marathon in Virgina Beach. This morning I found out that they found her body in Cary. A story like this hits home, one because it's close to where we live and two, we are both runners chasing after the same goal. I will say that I will never run alone and either should you. If this can happen in a nice town like Cary, it can happen any where. And I think I will hug my husband a little tighter tonight.
I had another man come to the center this morning for the first time. He's from a group home, which normally means that they function like all of us, but need medicine to do it. I always like to know where they are coming from. What they use to do, how they like life... so I asked about his life and he told me that he's in a home because a few years ago 5 of his immediate family members die within a short amount of time and he just couldn't handle it. From a christian perspective, I'm not sure how to handle this, and from a non-christian perspective it's impossible.
Death is something that I have to deal with in my line of work. It's my job to make the last few decades of a persons life purposeful. But when death comes, it's hard to find the words. What do you say to someone who lost their spouse of 60+ years?
I think death puts the present in perspective. When someone experiences a tragedy, you hold tighter to the people who love you. I'm thinking about starting a widow support group at the center. I have no idea what to do with it, but my heart breaks for people alone.
This week's challenge: Find someone that has experienced lose in the last year. Do a small deed, write a note, give them a call, spend time listening to them. It doesn't get easier, life just gets faster. Let them know about the love that heals all hearts.
And if I haven't told you in awhile. You matter to me. You make a difference in my life.
I love you!!
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
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I was praying for Nancy Cooper's family last night... what an awful tragedy! It does make you appreciate all that we have to be thankful for.
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