Originally, my husband and I looked forward to an occasion that would allow us to spend time away from the farm this weekend. Plans were to drive to Austin to attend a nephew’s wedding on Saturday evening. It will take place in Austin which meant a half-day’s drive and overnight stay. We planned to stay an extra night. That would allow us to spend time with a sister who travels a lot but just happened to be visiting her daughter living in San Antonio.
However on New Year’s Eve I received a phone call from this same sister. She called to say their son-in-law, who had serious medical problems, had died. So…instead of a fun get-together we will be attending his memorial service on Sunday. The possibility exists that I will remain after my husband returns home on Monday.
I’ve been busily completing obligations made for the coming week, just in case. All the while I wonder about the irony of attending a wedding one day and a funeral ceremony the next. It’s not often the stark reality of life and death is so closely entwined. And I’ve been struggling with that reality ever since I got the call.
I’ve lived enough years to have the death of family member or a friend or an acquaintance happen more and more. But this was a young man with a young son and a loving wife. He should have had many more years to live. Although I’m not certain of the age difference between the nephew and my sister’s son-in-law, I would have to say they were probably within ten years difference in ages.
So, while one young man is taking a decisive step into the future, another has ended his lifespan on earth and is now experiencing the next stage of his existence.
Somber thoughts, I agree. I hope you will forgive me for opening my heart in this way.