Sad Day
Wednesday was a hard day. I did the funeral for the son of a friend of mine. He was 31 years old and lived a life that was very different than most of us. The last 6 weeks he connected with his family after several years without any contact. He had been coming to church and was making plans for the future. He was riding his bike back home along Rocky Point Road and stopped to take in the view. For some reason he went under a tree and fell asleep. It was only 4 degrees that night and hypothermia set in. He was missing for a week before his body was found.
Several times during the service I found myself thinking of my own kids and how I would be feeling if I was sitting where his parents were sitting. There were several times that I got choked up as I greived for his family. His name was Peter, and just a few years older than my Peter. I was reminded how precious but also how fragile life is. One of the very sad moments is when the father was explaining that the last time he had seen his son was 6 years ago when they had an argument.
What a great reminder to make sure that we all tell those around us that we love them, and that we make sure that we keep our relationships free of anything that separates us from those we love.
