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Monday, May 3, 2010
I've been a bit absent from bloggy land lately. The week leading up to April 24th, I was consumed with Emma's Communion (pictures to follow, at some point). I was preparing the house for weekend guests and for the celebration which followed the Mass. After all the chaos had ended, I learned that a close family friend passed away the day after the Communion.

Late last week, I traveled to my hometown in central Pennsylvania to attend the visitation and funeral. And since, I have spent time reflecting on his life. He was such a wonderful person who was so fun and full of life. I am so saddened by his passing and so sad for his family.

It is generally at times like this that I tend to put my own life into perspective. As always I walk away with the same clichés: don't take anything or anyone for granted, life is short, be grateful for what and who you have in your life. But this time, something is different. Those clichés somehow mean so much more to me. Is it because my friend was a mere 9 years older than I? Perhaps. Is it because I've experienced the death of a parent or friend 4 years in a row? Possibly.

I'm on the mend emotionally. I'm slowly getting back into my routine. The only thing I've managed to do consistently is exercise. Otherwise, I've had some difficulty focusing. But I keep reminding myself that life is short. We each have just one, and it was meant to be lived to the fullest.

This post is dedicated to the memory of Steven R. Johnson
1958 - 2010
A wonderful friend, husband, father, brother, and uncle who lived his life to the fullest and who will be sadly missed by all who loved him.

1 comment

Anita Hamilton said...

Im sorry to hear about your friend. I hope the best for his family.

Hang in there. ::big Hugs::