The obituary in the Dallas Morning News had her age at 49. 49? Why that’s a grown woman! No–in my mind, I recall a much younger person. A person who I was not close to but whose family was a part of the make up of my world in the early years of my life. They were fixtures at Dallas Christian School. I wrote to a friend this morning:
Itâ€™s kid of strange but I will have a memory of someone from a long time ago and they remain that way (whatever age they were) in my memory. So when I think of that person, I have a mental image of how they looked the last time I saw them. Then someone will say, â€œOh she lived there for about 20 years.â€ Or â€œYea, her kids have graduated from high school or even college.â€ It sounds incredible given the picture of the person I remember.
I have not seen this girl (sorry–woman) in many years. But wait–you do understand what I am saying, don’t you? I have all kinds of "snapshots" in my head. Pictures of people who I haven’t seen in years (Very few of these mental pictures are "digital". I’m afraid this dates me!). I expect all of these people to remain today, just as they were when I last saw them. But it doesn’t seem to work that way.
It’s like you are minding your own business, picking up some milk at the grocery store when all of a sudden there is a big gust of wind and time grabs you by the collar saying, "We are going forward–quickly! Hold on!"
Then you look around and see:
- Your children are grown,
- You have gray in your hair,
- People younger than you are having their funerals.
All of this reminds me that life is very short. Yet, I won’t be talking about getting "old." I think I’ll save my breath. There is too much life to drink in today. Each day is a gift from God. And–because of his ultimate gift, I will one day live in his presence in a place that has no use for a clock or calender.