“Life is what happens to you while you are busy making other plans”. John Lennon
In the thread-the-needle that is daily life scheduling, this summer was planned oh so carefully.
And then life happened.
Having just come out of the Boundary Waters with a group of youth I received a text: Son Jameson was in the emergency room with unspecified misery.
The drive home was endless. He was discharged. He was brought back the next day with more howling pain and admitted to the hospital and is yet at home recovering.
This on top of the death of my nephew has stuttered my life-cramming ways.
I was supposed to attend a conference in southern Wisconsin. I had looked forward to it all summer.
I didn’t go. I stayed home and kept vigil and thanked God for the opportunity to be present to my son and to the needs of my heart.
Really. Conferences and calendar cramming will all pass away.
People do too.
Having witnessed the searing pain of son loss, I got to son tend.