our family gathered around my table and i felt older than i ever had before.
and i guess that’s right. i’m almost forty and my own children are set to start turning into teenagers in a couple of months, growing almost tall as their grandmothers.
it was a beautiful day.
we lost my uncle less than a week ago.
in six short months we watched the tallest man in our family be taken down by cancer. and the last time i saw him i felt older than i ever felt before.
he had a moment that last day where he talked to us by name. where he loved the people in the room with all the strength he had left to share with us.
i’ve never been so thankful.
but we bowed our heads and we raised our glasses yesterday.
we said thank you with tight throats.
because life is short and we’re older before we know what happened.
but this one that we are thanking, i wonder about the “you’re welcome” still. that there is more to come than failing bodies and plates full of food. there is more to see than watching one less family member at the table year after year.
the hope of heaven.
thank you, lord.