I was recently informed of a young girl passing away who I had known from a long time ago. It got me thinking.
Firstly, I thought again how I hate death; just hate it with a passion. I know that as a Christian I can look forward to something far better than this world, but still, I just can’t handle death. Hate it.
I knew the girl from primary school, well I knew of her more than I knew her, she was 24 so a bit younger than me, but her mum, my mum and a bunch of other mums would wait, while chatting, at the back gate of our school for us to come out. Then after we got out of school would continue to have their chats so we played for a while, sometimes only minutes, sometimes a lot longer.
I already knew back then that she had struggled with her health for all her life and to hear that she only made it to 24 just made me cry. I hate death, especially death at a young age.
It made me think too about how life changes, how we all go through stages which either you never even think about how they may change, or maybe you do acknowledge that will or could but hope so much they won’t. We go through other stages where you hope they will change, but I guess that’s another blog altogether.
I may be wrong, and I haven’t asked mum, but I think that would have been a great time in life. Those mums hanging out at the back gate of school, at first they wouldn’t haven’t known each other, the first few days and weeks may have been awkward, but as the years went by would have become closer. They would share in good times chatting, they would share concerns about the school, and then actually act on those concerns, whether it be at a P&C meeting or something else, as they were the sort of mums who were involved in the school and cared.
And now due to circumstances they’ve drifted apart, but they still care, if on the grape vine (which always has it’s way of working among mums even if it hasn’t been used in a while) they find out of something happening to one of the others or their family which requires action or support they’ll contact each other and help out anyway they can.
My mum is especially great at caring, it blows me away sometimes. Nothing is too hard, if you need money, food or anything else she’ll be there, she isn’t rich or anything, but even before she became a Christian I could see how incredibly generous she was. I love the love she has for others and her giving heart. And she’s quiet about it, she wants no praise, praise actually makes her a little awkward, she just wants you to be ok. I want to be like her when I grow up.
And Dad’s the same, he loves to help, he loves to give, and he really gets stuck into the things that he feels he can do. They both hate being in the limelight but love to help behind the scenes. It’s been like that all my life too, just one example of many is how is how when we grew up my brothers and I played Aussie Rules and they would always be there with the other early birds on a Saturday morning setting up the fields and dragging out the canteen which was a caravan and then setting it up and getting everything going and be there most the day. They did all this because they cared, about us, about the footy club and the people in it.
I don’t know where I’m going with this blog, but I suppose a few points are:
- I hate death
- I love life even if it’s not always easy
- I love the example my parents are in their love for others
- and, I don’t like how life sometimes takes you away from people that are such a blessing and amazing to be/have around, people you love, but I vow to try to hold onto those relationships which really mean something to me, even if I don’t see them today or tomorrow or this month, I’m not going to say good bye.