“God has put within our lives meanings and possibilities that quite outrun the limits of mortality.”
Harry Emerson Fosdick
As of late I have been thinking about death, not so much mine, yet not generalized. Perhaps it’s because I am more aware of it, perhaps it’s because it is part of life. I don’t know. I could say it’s because I am getting older, yet by todays standards I am very young. Perhaps it’s because I am afraid that if were to leave today I would have little to show for my existence. Perhaps. Yet who knows?
What I do know is that one day I won’t be here, my family as I know it won’t either… what will be here is the next generation. If one day I have kids I will live in memory as my father lives in mine. If one day my words travel beyond these pages they will live in the minds of their readers… if.
If not, there is still infinity, there is still life, there is still the wind carries the air… if I am forgotten, as my father will be once I am gone we shall make the sun shine and the moon glow… we shall whisper in the wind as so many of the forgotten do… yet there is still that which does not forget…
To ponder death, is to honor life. Sometimes people worry about dying, because they can’t imagine the fact that their life is going so well at that time.
Much like that old saying: Waiting for the other foot to fall…
Which means, things are going well and you’re thinking that something else might jinx it.