to everything there is a season, and a time to every purpose under the heaven:
A time to be born, and a time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance
Many years ago I had a friend who died of breast cancer.
She was 36 and she had 4 young children.
All through that Autumn season she lay dying.
I remember thinking that when the last of the leaves were gone, so would she be.
Of course, I had known death before.
My own father died when I was 18, and my grandparents,
and people in high-school who had died suddenly and tragically.
She was the first person who was really my friend, who was my age,
who was doing the same things I was doing, who could have been me.
My heart broke for what she missed.
Sometimes I think the leaves that fall in this season are like tears
By the time Thanksgiving rolls around they have all fallen
and we've gotten on with the business of living
our hearts are stirred with how incredibly blessed we are
to know love, and to have such love
and then Christmas comes and we dance and dance.
It has been a year filled with death for us.
We have lost 5 of our family and friends just in the past 3 months.
Also, we have been to the memorial services for the fathers of 3 old friends.
This morning Joe said now that we are on the other side of 50
we begin to see the world of the young...and we are not in it...and they do not want us in it.
That is good with me.
They have their own world and I do not belong there.
I am not quite in the world of the very old yet so I suppose I am bracing the middle...
I have never been one for looking back with regrets.
Certainly, there are things I should have done differently
but when I consider the incredible beauty of my surroundings
and the love of my family and friends
my heart dances