Wednesday, November 9, 2011

With Sadness

I don't know what it is. Maybe it is getting to be fifty, just a few weeks ago.

My AARP card now has it's own place in my wallet.

It may be the ticking of the clock, this seems to be the time of losing friends.

A few years ago, I met someone whom I felt was special. This was before I met the woman who was to become my wife. We had been close friends but it was always more friendship than romance for her part. For me I had hoped for more, I will admit that. But it is always the woman who really chooses. So we went our seperate ways. Keeping in touch until I married.

I still had some contact from another mutual friend. Monday I heard that our friend had died.

I have been no real stranger to death. My father died when I was a child, mygrandparents had died in their time and my mother several years ago. Other friends too have died, in accident and war.

This is the first death of someone however that I had imagined sharing my life with. It has come as more a shock than anyother.

Going blind is not as bad as the pain of mourning someone special. 

It brings me to think how special my wife really is. How much I should treasure her friendship. Afterall, she suffers from my blindness too. She guides me, lifts me up when I fall low in spirits. Puts up with me one my worst days, laughs at my awful jokes.

I can no longer think of maybe writing an occasional e-mail to my late friend. But I can hold my wife close and dear for one minute more.

Thank the Lord for all we have ever held dear in our hearts.