Sunrises and Sunsets: Reflections of Death
My relationship with Death has always been complicated. Since a very young age, I learned that death could come at any age. First with Robert, a childhood friend, and then Milton, another childhood friend. Both lost at a young age and dramatically affected my perception of death. Over the years since then many deaths came, a few more premature deaths with mom and my friend Colin. But when a person who has lived a very long life, well past the expected life experience dies such as my Grandpa, I reminded about a few things.
Our time on earth provides precious gifts to all those that cross our path. As a preacher, my grandpa probably saw people at the worst and their best. He counseled thousands of soul with their relationship of God and was a role model for what it means to be a man, father, and love one for the family.
Now matter when our final sunset arrives, we must remember every sunrise and sunset is a gift. A gift to extend love to others and help them become the best human being they can be.
Moral of the Story: Spend your time on this planet well and enjoy each sunrise, sunset, and the storms in between for they may be your last.
Thank you, Grandpa, for the precious moments you gave us and the wisdom that allowed us to become great human beings.
Sunrise: June 28, 1925-October 5, 2016
James Crosby
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