This weekend, Samuel said good-bye to a teammate and friend. It's hard to lose someone your own age. The reality of your own mortality becomes impossible to ignore. It's a sudden wake-up call that that we are on this earth but for a moment. This life is just a stopping point. It's a chance to discover our Creator and choose for ourselves with whom we want to spend eternity. This life is a gift.
Some say that writing is a healthy outlet for grief. I would have to agree. It's an expression of the soul. For me, photography is also an outlet for grief. I took dozens of photos three years ago at the consecutive funerals of my two remaining grandparents. I didn't care if people thought it was inappropriate. It was grief therapy - an expression of my soul. My cell phone camera was a little less conspicuous on this night. Even now, as I look at this picture, I know that healing has begun.
We'll miss you, Sanders.
We are praying for all those whose lives you touched.
