Our quaint little town was pelted with two or three inches of snow yesterday, which is rare for our area. I took opportunity to build a couple of snowmen, as did many around the city. Today the snow was gone. The neighborhood snowmen are still standing on soggy yards, dropping their eyes and noses as the sun turns creativity into history.
I had to run some errands. In my driveway I greeted my neighbor who was checking his mail. He lost his wife of 54 years last month. Every time I talk with someone who has experienced the loss of someone close I am reminded of the passing of my dad. I drove up town viewing the melting snow people and was quickened to the realization that our lives are much like that. Snowmen are as diverse as their creators, fat, small, tall, short, round balls, towering globs. We, too, are all a unique creation, and also just temporarily here on this earth.
At the close of my errands I stopped off to see some dear friends from church who can’t get out as much as they used to. It was such a great visit listening to stories of great memories. We all know we will eventually melt away from this life into the next, but it is nice to be remembered while you are still here.
Carve a little time out and pay a visit to someone who needs to know that they haven’t been forgotten.
