Mortality

One of the reasons I write this blog is give a glimpse to my three sons of things that I believe in strongly enough to write about. It's a very selfish reason, and I indulge myself with the knowledge that if and when they read it, they do it of their own volition, and that they absorb whatever they wish from these writings.

It was not my intent to make this blog a treatise on life or philosophies thereof, but there are some things you cannot escape; much as we'd like to compartmentalize things and stash them away for processing at a later time.

Recently, my sons lost their beloved mother. It's a time for reflection for each of us, and to contemplate the rugged aspects of mortality. I hurt for the boys, and I pray that there's a hidden strength that God can grace me with to help them through it.

Suffice to say that I gladly bear the burden, if it will ease theirs. And if sometime in the distant future they have occasion to read this, I can only offer that they made her extremely proud, and they were her only true joy as the years went on. God rest her soul.