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I may not know what you're going through. But time is the space between me and you...
-Seal, "A Prayer for the Dying"
The husband of a friend of my mother's died today of a heart attack. He was perhaps three years older than my mother. It's something to think about. I feel sorry for his wife. She's manic depressive and whatsmore they'd just bought a new house. They were moving the last of their possessions in from their country home when he collapsed. Manic depression is enough of an ordeal to live with as it is so I fear she may have a hard time ahead.
The interesting thing is, she'd always said her greatest fear was that he would die and she would then be all alone at their farm out in their country. One day after moving into a new home in town, he dies. Perhaps God works in mysterious ways.
Like I said, it just makes one think. His age, mostly, him being so close to my mom's age. My mom just had another indirect acquaintance pass a few weeks ago. I pray I'll be blessed with my parents love for many more years. Not having any brothers or sisters or any cousins remotely near my age, once they are gone I'm pretty much alone. But not as alone as a woman staring back at the empty promise of a new life that she was never meant to have in a new home now half a size too large and with a heart half a soul too empty. I pray for her.
-Seal, "A Prayer for the Dying"
The husband of a friend of my mother's died today of a heart attack. He was perhaps three years older than my mother. It's something to think about. I feel sorry for his wife. She's manic depressive and whatsmore they'd just bought a new house. They were moving the last of their possessions in from their country home when he collapsed. Manic depression is enough of an ordeal to live with as it is so I fear she may have a hard time ahead.
The interesting thing is, she'd always said her greatest fear was that he would die and she would then be all alone at their farm out in their country. One day after moving into a new home in town, he dies. Perhaps God works in mysterious ways.
Like I said, it just makes one think. His age, mostly, him being so close to my mom's age. My mom just had another indirect acquaintance pass a few weeks ago. I pray I'll be blessed with my parents love for many more years. Not having any brothers or sisters or any cousins remotely near my age, once they are gone I'm pretty much alone. But not as alone as a woman staring back at the empty promise of a new life that she was never meant to have in a new home now half a size too large and with a heart half a soul too empty. I pray for her.
