My 7-year-old and I watched this movie last night... and cried when Charlotte died. I have read the book to her, and to many students, and I've teared up every time. Last night, our wee one was sobbing when Charlotte was left behind at the fair, and I was trying to cheer her up a little.I said, "Honey, remember what happens next in the story? The sad part isn't the end!" We watched and enjoyed Wilbur meeting Charlotte's children... and when it was over, she said, "I'm glad the sad part wasn't the end."
Me, too.
Because today, one of our dearest friends was buried at the age of 56. Tom has been one of my husband Brad's best friends for almost three decades. His wife has become a dear friend of mine, and their daughter is a delight.
We have all been saddened by our loss of friend, husband, father, brother, and this morning I was grieving. My daughter asked why I was sad, and I reminded her that Tom was being buried today.
She immediately said, "But Mom, you don't need to be sad! Remember that the sad part isn't the end. Tom is in heaven with Jesus, and he's dancing around with legs that work. He's up there with his new body right now. Don't be sad."
Fifty six is too young. 45, 35, 25, 15, 5 is too young. My mother passed when only 58. Hopefully he learned enough, and shared love with everyone as she had. I became overly sad when working in oncology because of the seeming unfairness of it all, but have come to an agreement with the universe that allows me to keep learning and to love.
ReplyDeleteYes, 56 is too young, as is any tragic death.... but Thank you Brad for reminders on grace. Ah, Paul and his Romans chapters (Romans 3, Romans 6). Yes, we are saved, and there is grace, abounding. No matter when we die, we should live boldly, indeed, for Grace Abounds.
ReplyDeletethank you Robin.
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