"This is what we have been called to: to love God and then out of that love to love people." -Stacia Bergeron
There is no good age to die.
Death is one of the few realities that push my emotions to such extremes, holding both fear and love. How can those two things exist at the same time? It's like loving to splash in the ocean until you see the vastness of the horizon that never ends and begin to panic at how this same warm and salty water could swallow you up. The fear isn't so much wondering if I will sink as it is about having the endurance to swim.
Shawn's uncle died this month and I attended the funeral in Canada with my mother-in-law and brother-in-law. Uncle Herman was one of those people who had the rare ability to encourage you and to motivate you to take a look at your own life simply by being around his life.
At the funeral I watched all those who loved him, especially his wife, Auntie Pat. They were married for 58 years. Inseperable, is how people described them. Auntie Pat told me, "There is no good age to die." I must agree.
Still I won't deny, a human bond is created out of death, like no other. Our love is realized when we reach out to a hurting heart. And it makes me think that there is always a good age to love.