I did a search in the Hutchinson News today for any articles in their archives with the name of my hometown in them. When I do this, obituaries pop up that have my home town name in them. I then look through the search results and see those who have passed away.
Because my hometown is a small town, I know many of the people whose names are listed. If I don’t know them, I know their families. Each time I see the name of someone I know who has passed on, a little part of me seems to silently and invisibly travel to that person’s family, spouse, or whoever I know who remains.
Sometimes the one who dies is my age, was in my class at school, or was younger than I am. In those cases, it is doubly difficult, as I am reminded that my time here on earth is by the grace of God. And that’s a good thing for all of us to think about, regardless of age, health status, or any other measure. We are here for a reason. We are here for a purpose. I wonder how many of us really know what that reason and purpose is.
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