>> Tuesday, January 29, 2013
Early yesterday morning I received a text … accompanied by a picture. Thirty minutes earlier our close friends had welcomed their first grandchild into the world. A smile came easily to my lips. So I put that picture as wallpaper on my iPhone. All day, each time I used my phone, there was the picture of that precious baby.
I needed to smile. As a bookkeeper, I’m in the process of gathering all the information needed to take to the accountant for tax purposes. So my workday was full … and I was tired when I got home.
As I relaxed on the couch, my iPhone rang. Another picture appeared on the screen … of my brother … the younger of two brothers. We weren’t very far into the conversation when I realized the reason for the call. He just wanted me to be aware of our older brother’s condition … declining … and rapidly.
Ending the phone call, I sat on the couch. No more smile. Tears flowed. My older brother married and moved away when I was four, so I’ve not been really close to him. I have a few memories of visits with him through the years. But one memory is clearly etched in my mind and stands out boldly.
That brother drove from Colorado to Nebraska one Saturday to sit on my front porch and teach me how to think for myself. Having been raised under religious oppression, I had been taught what to think. I lived in a cage of fear. That day, for four hours, he snipped away at those bars until he finally broke through the barrier. He drove back to Colorado and I chose a different life path leading to the fulfilling life I have today.
And so I grieve.
“For everything there is a season, and a time for every purpose under heaven:
a time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance;…” Ecclesiastes 3:1, 2, 4 (ASV)