I have a couple friends whose families are battling cancer. I wish them the best (one family is battling Stage 3 breast cancer and the other is battling Stage 4 colon cancer).
All of my life I have tried to put something away for retirement and maybe something for the kids' college expenses. Try not to get into too much debt -- be responsible. As I have reached age 45 and I am seeing all of this pain and hurt, making plans primarily for the future becomes a tougher and tougher sell. Because, you see, I love being alive. I love life, and I do, in fact, fear whatever happens to you when you die. I sure hope that there is a better world for us after this one, but it seems so hard for me to believe that. After all, what experience can possibly beat watching your boy play ball and fly around second as he tries to leg out a triple? Or hearing one of your girls make a joke that you would have never thought of? The thought of others possibly losing the chance to experience ever again the things I love so much about this world makes me profoundly sad.
But fortunately these folks have a great deal more religious faith than I. Which I am sure comforts them in their darker moments.
And what HM blog post would be complete without some corny quote from a TV show or movie?
Theoden: I know your face... Eowyn. My eyes darken.
Eowyn: No. No. I'm going to save you.
Theoden: You already did... Eowyn. My body is broken. You have to let me go. I go to my fathers, in whose mighty company I shall not now feel ashamed. Eowyn...
So today on Memorial Day, I will think about those who have gone before me, like my friend Jeff W., who never had a chance to see his boy play ball, and thank whatever force it is that allows me to be around every day so I can embrace and enjoy being around to see my kids grow up.
Another favorite clip: