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JanR
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On Valentine’s Day, we lost our Deacon. He fell and suffered a traumatic brain injury. Yesterday, a beautiful funeral Mass was held for him.
This was very sudden and unexpected. And it drives home the mortality of each of us. Nobody should be presumptuous about how long they, or anyone else, is going to live. One’s ticket can be cashed in an instant.
When I speak with my younger sister on the phone, she sometimes tells me that I’ll probably outlive both of my siblings. I tell her there’s no way to know that, and we must not tempt God nor presume any such thing.
Our Deacon was cooking and either passed out, had a stroke, or maybe a heart attack, and went down without instinctively grabbing onto anything to break his fall. Some have speculated that he was gone before he hit the cement (or stove).
He did have medical problems, yet this still wasn’t expected to happen in the way it did.
So, be prepared, folks. You never know …
This was very sudden and unexpected. And it drives home the mortality of each of us. Nobody should be presumptuous about how long they, or anyone else, is going to live. One’s ticket can be cashed in an instant.
When I speak with my younger sister on the phone, she sometimes tells me that I’ll probably outlive both of my siblings. I tell her there’s no way to know that, and we must not tempt God nor presume any such thing.
Our Deacon was cooking and either passed out, had a stroke, or maybe a heart attack, and went down without instinctively grabbing onto anything to break his fall. Some have speculated that he was gone before he hit the cement (or stove).
He did have medical problems, yet this still wasn’t expected to happen in the way it did.
So, be prepared, folks. You never know …