Some people don’t get what they deserve.
As we pile through year after year, most of us are lucky enough to build an army of family and friends. Through good times and bad, the support we offer and receive fosters strong bonds between similar hearts. The laughs we share lift our spirits together.
What is left behind weighs only on the living.
Old grudges, past disagreements and lost money are a tasty poison in quiet hours of mourning. The collection of things said and unsaid, done and undone can stop a heart or destroy a mind. This sadness is a burden for those bearing the yoke of tear-stained memories.
A long life provides a bounty of opportunities for blessings of all kinds, save one: full pews.
When decades stack up, friends pass away.
It seems unfair those who have blessed so many are celebrated by so few.
Or is it preferable to have affected more people and created a larger legacy?
My brain thinks the latter, my soul aches for the former. Bearing witness to swollen eyes and running noses confirms the impact of an individual, it a tangible reflection my mind can measure. Somehow I find comfort in the evidence of another’s love for the same person, selfish as the motives are.
The thought may be misguided, but I think it justice all the same:
Tremendous people earn sobbing hearts in overflowing churches.