In my mother’s obituary, I published Ecclesiastes 3:2-8. It is that Bible verse that helped me through her death. 2 weeks prior, I had just turned 21yes old. She had told me that she was proud of the woman I had become. She told me her work as a parent was done. I had longed for her approval for decades. I had longed to authentically connect to her because we had been estranged since I left high school. Her words were like soft cotton wool wrapping up my heart. I can remember how pretty she looked. She looked happy. I hadn’t seen her smile in such a long time. She kept asking me to the movies and I was like nah… But I was planning a surprise for her when I got paid. I was going to buy her a jogging outfit so she could go on her walks to lose weight. I just needed to get my next paycheck. I just needed more time. And then she was gone. She was dead.
I ran out of time.
So I no longer take time for granted or people for that matter. I never know when I am going to lose them.
A right time for birth and another for death, A right time to plant and another to reap, A right time to kill and another to heal, A right time to destroy and another to construct, A right time to cry and another to laugh, A right time to lament and another to cheer, A right time to make love and another to abstain, A right time to embrace and another to part, A right time to search and another to count your losses, A right time to hold on and another to let go, A right time to rip out and another to mend, A right time to shut up and another to speak up, A right time to love and another to hate, A right time to wage war and another to make peace.
Ecclesiastes 3:2-8 MSG