Luther Day

Today is the day, March 12th, that the Lord chose to call Luther Ray home. Have you ever pondered what your day will be? I do. I often visit cemeteries, especially the ones out in the country beside the old wooden churches. There is much from them the living can learn. One thing for certain, we all have a beginning, a dash and soon an end. They say, what you do with that dash is important. We have nothing to do with the beginning or the end.
As for Jordon, he is one of two sons. He still lives at home. Landon, his older brother, is in Japan in the Air Force. We haven't heard from him in a year. His silence the most difficult thing we have had to endure, more troubling than even the death of his grandfather in 2011. There is a finality to the end, there should never be finality in the dash.
When I look at this photograph, I see myself so vividly in my father holding Jordon. I turned 59 this past January 30th. My father was probably a little older here, but not by much. Jordon had to be around two or less. Nathaniel, Landon's son, now three this past January 5th, the grandson I last saw this March a year ago, I see so vividly in Jordon.
So today, this 12th of March, I will ponder the ones passed on, those of us passing on, and try desperately, through prayer, supplicaton and every means I can, to reconcile those letting the dash of life be their finality.