Few people know that recently I lost my uncle in a freak accident. He was riding his bike, the chain broke and he flipped over the handlebars hitting his head hard on the pavement. He had a helmet on, but the impact was intense and caused a massive brain injury. I was stunned to hear the news; stunned by the craziness of it.
I have fond memories of many summers spent with my aunt, uncle and cousin. I can remember my uncle’s love for cars and I was fond of his cars, too. I’ve secretly LOVED cars and I think I may have gotten that from him. I wish I had shared that with him.
I can remember when we moved right across the road from them and I’d see my uncle running often. He loved to run and won awards doing it. We moved away years ago and somewhere during that time, he switched to bicycling. His body wouldn’t let him keep running.
So when my uncle died, he died doing what he loved. I imagine he is now running in heaven free from the things that wouldn’t allow him to run down here anymore. How awesome is that?
Everyone tends to turn reflective when a death has occurred. It strikes a cord in us and makes us evaluate things. It’s a natural response and I think a healthy one. We need reminders that we aren’t immortal. Someday we will die and that someday could be today or tomorrow. It could be next week, next month or next year. It could also be many years in the future. We simply have no idea. That is why we should live this life by making each day count. Embrace each day as a new opportunity to love more deeply.
I honestly had no idea this is where this post was heading so there you go: a reminder about the important things in life.