
"There's an opportune time to do things, a right time for everything on the earth:
A right time for birth and another for death,
A right time to plant and another to reap,
A right time to kill and another to heal,
A right time to destroy and another to construct,
A right time to cry and another to laugh,
A right time to lament and another to cheer,
A right time to make love and another to abstain,
A right time to embrace and another to part,
A right time to search and another to count your losses,
A right time to hold on and another to let go,
A right time to rip out and another to mend,
A right time to shut up and another to speak up,
A right time to love and another to hate,
A right time to wage war and another to make peace." (Eccl 3:1-8 MSG)
There are the joyous times of life and there are also the saddening times. Over the past 7-8 years I have dealt with theses two stages of life, happy and sad.
It really started in 2002, when my Mom's Dad was diagnosed with cancer. Needless to say it was right around Thanksgiving and Christmas, making those two extra special and difficult at the same time. He was fighting through treatments and pain, but right before my junior year's finals, he lost that fight. I was closing up at Blockbuster on a Sunday night, when my Dad called me and told me I should get home. After a quick call to my Residence Director, I drove home. The positive in this was I was able to see and talk to my Pap one last time before he past. I went back to college and finished up my finals and headed to my Uncle's for my summer internship.
For weeks we dealt with my Pap's death. We were making sure to do a lot of stuff with family at that time, you know how that kind of event can make you draw closer to family.
Now fast forward about 2 months, my parents went camping every 4th of July weekend with some friends. I was heading up to see them and later the rest of my Dad's family was coming to visit. My Dad's parents only lived about 10 minutes from where the campground was. It was starting to get later than what they said they would be there by and at the campground cell service was barely there on a good day. So my Dad and his friend, Randy, decided to head over to house to see if they need help with anything. When they got the they found my Gram, sitting at the table dazed and not function normally. My Pap, in shock of the events that happened, wasn't thinking straight either. They called for an ambulance. My Grams had collapsed while make lunch. She was rushed to the Carlisle Hospital and later taken to the Hershey Medical Center. She was diagnosed with a Level 3.75, 4 being the highest, brain tumor. I can still remember stand at the altar in my Uncle's church embracing him and telling him "it's not fair, I just lost a grandparent". I will tell you I went rounds with God on that. But about a month and half later, joy found our family. My sister gave birth to my nephew Labor Day weekend. One of the most beautiful things, at that point in my life, I saw came about a week later watching my Grams holding him.
For the next year, she was battling with the brain tumor. She had gone through a special radiation treatment and started to show signs of improvement. That was joyous for us as a family. She was able to ee her "favorite" grandson, my opinion, graduate from college. I moved to New York and she was unable to visit, but I made sure I made it home as often as I could because the doctors were not giving us good reports on her. Then, once again, I receive that dreaded phone call from my sister. I drove home, walked into my grandparents' home, said hi to everyone, and then go to Sheetz with my sister to get coffee with everyone. When I arrived the nurse was in with my Pap and Grams. We returned back to their home, they told me she was asking for me. So I walked into her room, grabbed her hand and told her "I love you". She closed her eyes for the last time seconds later. I will tell you what, that messed me up. I was a Grammy's boy.
Sorry to be so depressing. But as sad as it might be to read, writing this first part has been hard for me. Brings back an array of emotions and feeling. But my goal is to try help.
I think we need a little more joy! One year and one month later, joy came. August 20, 2005 in beautiful Lake George, NY, while visiting my girlfriend's aunt and uncle. I asked my best friend to marry me and she said, "YES!" Man, talk about a high. Where would this blog have gone if she had said "NO". Anyways, 6 months later, my Pap married us and we headed out on our honeymoon. That was a funny adventure in itself. All I have to say is February 11, 2006...still not helping, one more word, BLIZZARD! Thanks to my parents, they got us out of the snow and into the sun.
When we returned home from our honeymoon, we faced another change of life. I'm not referring to living with each other, but I was put into a time of transition. So over the next 8-10 months while looking for a church, I used my skills in other areas and hated it. We finally found something that looked promising but the timing just didn't seem right.
A time of great joy was around the corner for us, and I was not talking about Christmas. But it had many of the same affects, "SHE WAS PREGNANT". Wow, talk about happy, but also I was dealing with a lot on the inside. Things that I really didn't let my wife know I was feeling. I was still in transition, looking for a job. She is pregnant, how will I provide. Remember the timing was right for that one position, well the pastor had called me back and some things had change at the church, making it the right timing for us to go.
September 6, 2007, my gorgeous little girl came into the world! Turn my life upside down. I was a DAD, is that possible. I think I grew an inch that day. Talk about joy. There are some many joyous times I could talk about, first words, first steps, and the list goes on and on and on.
I hope everyone feels a little bit happier now. I told you it would get better. But now comes to part that prompted me to write this blog.
Over the past weekend, I found out that a friend from college had passed away. He is my age. He is married with kids. But he is no longer here. He was hiking on the Rocky Mountains and had fell to his death. (For more on his passing
click here) I was heartbroken for his wife and kids, but something hit me last night that made it even more so heartbreaking it was the same day as his wife's birthday. Wow!
It really made me think about life and death and family. It is amazing what emotions and feelings we get from all three. No matter how close or distant a family is life and death, will usually bring them together. All I know is last night, when I was reading through some of the comments people were leaving for my friend's wife on Facebook; right before the first "I'm sorry to hear..." I saw "Happy Birthday", it made me reach out to hold my wife's hand.
Life is such a fragile thing, we are not promised tomorrow. So don't spend your time hating or complaining, but make sure you let those you love, know you love them. Dads take a little extra time with your kids, play catch or dolls, just do something with with them. Let your wife know that she means the world to you and that you love her, do some of the small thing again. Make sure that if your number is called, you wouldn't have any regrets.