As we age, and as we realize there are more days behind us than ahead of us, it becomes necessary to pay more attention to the wild terms of living a dangerous life. The change of season from Winter to Spring is a harbinger of renewal — and you cannot have new beginnings without the onslaught of death. Watch for the harbinger. Weigh the harbinger. Fight the harbinger.
I mention this warning against the harbinger because, in the last couple of weeks since the change of seasons, many of our most intimate friends are reporting losses and pain and despair and, as one begins to wonder why, we are led back to the covenant of living and of surviving against our eventual expiration.
We recently lost a beloved family member and here’s the short list of our friends in mourning:
- Mother with cancer
- Uncle in the ER
- Pet dying
- Heart attack
- Church friend death
Sometimes we feel as if we should not answer the phone or open an email because it will only include sad, bitter, news.
The transitions we make throughout the cycles of life are usually transparent and slick — but when that process becomes sticky and sloppy and ultimately hopeless — one begins to think there is a pattern in life the living revoke from the dead, and the lesson of that final harbinger is that we must cling to each other while we can because we might not make it through the next Spring renewal.