You just never know

 I keep wanting to try to quit this but seems like everytime I try there for a while something like this was happening; it wasn’t too bad when you were somewhat expecting it but this one was like a bolt out of the blue; shocking and scary; I mean, these people are my age; we’re not supposed to be dying!
One of those things that makes you want to get on the ball if you’re going to get anything done but I’m amazed at how much he packed into his life and got done.
This was the step-grandfather of a young friend of mine who really became her real father when her parents died by her father shooting her mother then himself – yes, a very traumatic time; she was maybe 6 with a younger brother and sister, being the oldest she of course realized it the most and had the hardest time with it really going through a lot of bitterness spending a lot of time with a homicide survivors group.  This father figure was actually several years younger than her grandmother (her mother’s mother) who took them in so was able to really be a young-type father to them while their grandmother was in bad health. He got them involved in competitive archery with him traveling around the country with them winning awards ranking highest in their categories, which really seemed to help pull them out of the effects of the horrible tragedy of their lives enabliing them to move on, which the younger two did, eventually moving out of their house in with other relatives, while the oldest stayed with them to help take care of her grandmother.

However, in addition to that I was amazed at the charitable archery events he was involved in with the awards he won, to find how much it was a part of his life, not just something he got them involved in but that he was involving them in his life and how much of that was already centered around helping others even before these kids came in his life on top of how he was already taking care of his older, sickly wife and with such love and compassion not as it being a burden at all. He just seemed a truly amazing man, so healthy and full of life, then just suddenly struck down with a stroke, then not just one but several more – with seemingly no warning, no sign of anything being wrong to expect this at all – at least as far as I know and I never the idea that anybody else did either.

He was such an active man he let them know early on he did want to live if he could not continue to live actively. Amazing that in all of that he never lost his mental faculties so he was very aware of what was happening to his body so even though they did reach a point of putting him on life support, when it was felt there was not going to be any recovery, in honor of his wishes they took him off, stayed with him and let him go.

But there’s one thing to be said for leaving in your prime; if you’ve lived your life well, you leave that memory behind for your loved ones, which could be so much better that what happens sometimes with those who live longer and lose what they were living for while they were younger.

Better that than have your hero let you down

Very seldom do I hear the end of Hezekiah’s life referred to after it was extended 15 years; it did not seem to end as well as if he had been willing to go when God wanted to call him home,  when he still had the testimony that he walked before Him in faithfulness and with a whole heart and had done what was good in His sight.

I’m not sure about this man but in at least the case of the friend I referred to earlier she told her pastor she’d rather leave now early if that’s what God wanted  and know she had that testimony because with her history she was afraid if she asked for more time she would end up losing it. Not that she said this but I am; I mean if a man with Hezekiah’s history of his (which she didn’t have; hers was fairly new, long enough to be established but not that long) could end up like he did, she felt she certainly didn’t have much of a chance and he’s not the only one to have that happen to.

So even though we may miss them and be sad for us we’re not sad at least for her and we’re at least glad for the unspoiled good memory of him.

Advertisements

About donnainthesouth

I'm a transplant, born up north but raised in the middle, now I'm down here where you don't see too many snowflakes; I'll probably post just about as often (here at least)
This entry was posted in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink.

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s