A closish acquaintance lost her twenty two year old son today. The death of a child hits close to home. Shortly after our own X died, I was working for a good man whose sixteen year old daughter was killed by a car walking home with friends. The death of a young person is a sobering wake-up because it defies expectations. Things aren't supposed to happen that way, and even when the outcome seems likely (as was the case with X) a child's death is still a very painful surprise.
Today wasn't the most colorful sunset I've witnessed out on college creek. In terms of vividness it's probably not even in the top ten, but I got to see it and I'm grateful. I'll bet Frankie would have loved to have the opportunity to bear witness to the celestial crossing into darkness of the life bringing sun. He didn't get to witness the final sunset.
Today was still a good day, and I'm grateful for the reminder that none of us are guaranteed a chance at tomorrow. Every sunset and sunrise that we are given the opportunity, by the universe, to witness is a special gift.
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| College Creek Sunset |
Every day on this earth is a good one. Every sunset is worth going out to see if you're able. Tomorrow, if it should come, is going to be a good day, and I'm looking forward to experiencing it with the gusto the greatest gift that is ever given deserves.
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