Shortly before Christmas, I wrote an article about time, and how we spend it. In that post, I somberly mentioned that my grandfather had just passed away.
Only three and a half short months after I wrote that article, my grandmother followed my grandfather to Paradise. She was 83 years old, but she wasn’t sick. She passed quickly and somewhat unexpectedly.
Death has a way of causing me to reflect on life.
When my grandparents were still alive on earth, I called them a few times a month and I visited them when I was in town, but if I could, I’d go back and do both of those things more often and for a little while longer.
I’d shut my door and open my ears when we were on the phone together. I’d stay in town an extra day to sit with them on their couch, just connecting and sharing life. If I could go back, I would linger more often.
My grandparents focused on faith and family because they knew what really mattered. They lived the most beautiful love story I’ve ever seen. They were married for over 65 years, and were reunited in Paradise on the month of their 66th wedding anniversary.
Oh, how I miss my grandparents. I wish I could sit down in their kitchen again and enjoy a slice of pie with them.
I wish I could call my grandmother on the phone again and tell her about my kids, or listen to her talk about when her own children were young. But I can’t because she’s gone. She’s reached her reward, and I won’t be able to have another conversation with her until I reach mine.
I want to encourage you to linger.
The sporting events, the television shows, the social media, the rush, rush, rush… one day those things will all be gone. One day, those things won’t matter anymore, but the people still will.
Please, choose to spend your time on that which matters most.