A Good Man Like Him
There are days when you’re so caught up in life you forget there is an eventuality running to you. One that no man, woman or child can successfully sidestep when it catches up to you. No one knows when. Only that it will.
Today, an old friend passed away. He’d been sick for a while, so it wasn’t unexpected. But the news of his death brought back so many fond memories. He was a good man. A fine father, spiritual brother and mentor. He was a father figure to me.
The last time I saw him was several years ago, and I told him I loved him.
Those were my last words to him. I’m glad I got to say it.
Death is the great equalizer. Whether rich or poor, powerful or weak. Good. Bad. We all of us die. So, why do we act as if our lives mean so much when, in the larger scheme of things, we are but a speck of sand on the infinite shores of the universe?
The best we can do is live a good life. Bring joy to others, be happy and optimistic. We will fail. We will feel and cause pain. Make amends if possible and get back to doing good. We’ll soon find that life is short and that we have wasted much of it on valueless things.
It’s an irony that the things we value most come to us at no cost. Yet, it’s these very things we take for granted. We can replace material things we lose. Still, we often put more care and attention into these things than the things we can’t replace, such as family and friends.
Maybe that’s why we feel such sorrow and grief when a loved one dies. We know we all die. But we grieve for the things we didn’t say or do when we had the chance. We grieve for the times we thought about reaching out but were too busy that day.
I feel pain in the loss of my dear friend. But I will think on and remember his words and presence often and do my best to be a good man like him.
May you rest in peace, Victor.by