Happy Super Tuesday, Folks!
Boy, do I have a tale for you. It is about a wedding in Hawaii a couple of weeks ago. It didn’t go as planned. Or did it?
But first…
I drove a lady from her one-bedroom shack to the hospital yesterday. She had tubes running from her nose into a bag she was carrying around with her. I helped her into my car and stored her walker in my trunk.
“How are you today?” I asked cheerfully.
“Oh, I’m alright I guess,” she mumbled.
We chatted along the way. She was born in Tennessee, spent 30 years in the Bronx, and now lives outside of Atlanta. She has four grown children, half a dozen grandkids, and a few great-grandchildren.
Her body was soft and lumpy. Her hair was gray and weathered. She was in her 60’s, I guess.
“What do you do for fun?” I looked back at her.
“Oh, I don’t do anything. I never leave my home. Well, except to go to the doctor,” she sighed, sounding defeated. “I just get so tired now because of all this medicine. I have a bad heart.”
After I dropped her off I sat in my car for a few minutes. She got to me. When I picked her up I was frustrated, tired, and irritable. I was having a pity party. After spending time with her I asked myself…
Am I living my life?
Folks, it is coming.
The day when our bodies and minds fade away. The day when we can’t do all the things we can do now.
Are we living our lives?
I am not sure what that might mean for you but I know it means something. There is something we need to be doing. There is someone we need to be loving. There is somewhere we need to be going. There are some things we need to be creating.
Are these things easy? Perhaps not.
Are they possible? Yes.
Forever? No.
A couple of weeks ago I was blessed to be able to officiate one of my best friend’s weddings in Hawaii. It was a moment of my life where I WAS LIVING. Sure, we did everything backward, visited the emergency room, ordered 47 pineapples, and laughed more than any week I can remember…