The life is short message came driving home hard and fast today.
Michael and I were at the funeral of a father of a boy Ian's age that Michael had coached numerous times in football/baseball.
He was a fixture in the community. Everyone knew and loved Jere.
He was killed Monday in a car accident.
I've stopped asking why bad things happen to good people.
I don't know why or when, but somewhere along the way I just accepted that it rains on everyone.
Good or bad, it doesn't matter. It still rains.
But at the service, I saw an umbrella of love and faith and community covering that family and it was the size of Texas.
Life is hard but life is also good.
I just want to be a part of someone's umbrella.
I think that's the lesson I was supposed to learn today.
1 comment:
Lisa,
I've missed your writing. You were always witty and insightful as only a mother of two boys could also appreciate. By chance I needed a recipe last night and looked through my Scrapbook of recipes which got me to thinking of you and all the other girls. Have you seen the Blindside? Appropro for your comment on team sports. Rec here delivers something along the same vibe. No matter how much we think we've grown or who is in the White House, bias continues to fester amongst us. I hope you are well and was so glad to get your card. Hope you'll consider coming down this way. I could use an old friend to chatter with and a martini!
Nancy
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