An Abundance of Nothing
A friend recently told me the story of a mother whose twin daughters we killed in a motor vehicle crash. The twin girls were on their way to the hospital to visit their mother who was giving birth to yet another pair of twin girls. It made me think of my friend Tommy’s funeral. Tommy was only 29, one of the nicest guys I ever met, and he was stabbed to death at a nightclub. Another mourner brought their infant child who cooed and made baby noises during the euology. These heavy-handed reminders of birth and death bring me back to what gift life can be. As far as I know we have but this one life.
In my misspent youth I paid little attention to the future. Somewhere along the way I began to think more and more about the future and, at times, probably thinking too much about the future. I know I’m not splitting the atom here when i say that finding a nice balances of preparation and presence is a wonderful place to be.