My girl goes directly to the obits (using the net) in all the local papers most every morning. It is a ritual. Then she checks the bank to see ‘What Else Jack has ordered!’ Then she reads Blogs, checks out face book, and then goes to the hiking journals.
I generally go directly to my e-mails, answer all the important ones, you know the ones from a congressman or the president who need some advice. Then I make sure I check our investments to see how they are doing. (I forgot, we don’t have any investments, so skip that). I read any comments on the blog. I check the Amazon sales of my books (sometimes I actually sell one), I have collected as high as 7.76 in royalties. (LOL).
BUT TODAY I went to the local obituaries. To be honest I didn’t know anyone. Sherry commented she knew ‘of’ one of the men who had died. But As I looked at the faces there were some young, some old, and some old with young pictures. (However there were no young with old pictures, just to clarify that.) That is an option only the old have. Facts IS facts.
As I looked at the faces I thought, one day a face on there will be mine. Sherry will decide whether to use the young marine or the old Salt she last slept with.
Either way, the face shown will have no problems. He will not have one ache or pain. That guy will not have to worry about family troubles anymore. He will not worry if the crack in the windshield is gonna spread. He will not worry about noises other people hear that he does not. That guy in the picture won’t have to be concerned if he heard and understood something correctly. AS A MATTER OF FACT WHEN MY PICTURE IS SEEN IN THE OBITS, THE ONLY FOLKS WITH TROUBLE AND SORROWs, IS THE FAMILY. Because ‘I IS GONE’, along with all MY self generated stress.
At one time I was a pretty religious person. Some of you know I was even considered a preacher at one time. So yes, I still believe in heaven. So if my belief is right, I will be one happy dude living somewhere with the good guys that went before, I can’t name them all but naturally, family. But Sonny who has beaten me there is worried I am taking so long, he might think I didn’t make it.
Do I have to worry about there being no heaven? NO I DON’T. If there is no ‘after life’, I will still be gone from here and that picture in the obits will be only a memory for awhile for the folks that are left.
Someone will say over breakfast, “Honey, Jack Darnell died yesterday. HE SURE WAS A GREAT GUY! I NEVER KNEW A BETTER MAN. He was honest, good looking, understanding, intelligent, I thought he was going to live forever. I bet the world falls apart now.”
(Okay maybe they won’t say understanding, LOL)
Thanks for coming by the log.
If you are supposed to learn from your mistakes, why do some people have more than one child ?