A Fall Reflection
It’s the time of year when fall has
taken over for good. No more leaves hanging on tenaciously, refusing to give up
to make way for the winter. The last of the geese have flown south. Everything
is bare in comparison to summer and fall colors. A time of death for the
annuals, who will only live vicariously through the growth of their seeds next
spring. A time of partial dying for the perennials who will burst forth in
their new life come springtime. Can’t help but be a somewhat reflective time of
year.
I, along with others had to bury a
great man not to long ago. The greatest man I have known, a man I had the
privilege of calling a friend, a friendship of unequal’s to be sure, but a
friend indeed. Although I did not hear it this time, it is not uncommon
at these times to hear the statement from comforters who say, “Well, at least he died doing what he loved.” And I have nodded in
agreement. Yes, surely that is a blessing. So much so that even I would like to
be blessed in that way.
But, I have always felt an uneasiness
with that statement being quite an adequate eulogy. I think I know now what
unsettled me. It’s this. What is the most important? That I do what I love? Or what it is that I love?
Mightn’t I love the wrongs things
and then have hell to pay?
I think it is great if I can
do what I love, maybe even die doing it, but I so want to make sure that I am
loving the right things.
I must make sure my
loves are right. An awesome responsibility. Then, and only then, do
I want to do what I love.
My aged friend was a pilot that
guided so many of us in the pursuit of getting that right. May he rest in
Peace.
Have a great
day!
David
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