My neighbor, a good son, a good brother, a good husband, a great dad to four small kids and a wonderful friend and neighbor died of a heart attack this morning, at a basketball camp - at the age of 36.
Now some would see his death as a tragedy, struck down in his prime, taken from his loved one and friends far too soon. Some would rant and curse an unfair god who took a good person from us, rather than to take one who is evil. Some will only see the loss - and the world did lose a good person - for sure. Some will see the difficulties his family will go through without the son, the brother, the husband, the father, and that is certainly true.
But there's another way to see this event. Rather than see the loss of this man, appreciate having the opportunity to be his parent, his brother or sister, his wife, his child, his friend, his neighbor. There are far too many people in the world who have never encountered a good person - a truly nice guy - kids who never had a loving, caring "dad", with all that term truly means. Few have a spouse like this and many parents and siblings can't imagine a person like this. Every neighborhood should, but more often than not, don't have a John.
I believe that each of us is put here to do something - to get it right. Some don't get it done in one 75 year lifetime and perhaps have to come back and try again. And I believe that some get their job done early on and stick around to, by their actions and approach to life, set an example of howto be a good human being.
I'm greatful for having the opportunity to have this man touch my life and for all the times he showed me, by his actions, how much fun it is to be a "dad" and try a little harder to be a better guy and fill in some of what his kids may miss out on otherwise. The hole he's left in the world will be filled in by many small helping hands, an extra smile or a hug when one's needed, a tickle or a game of catch or a shop project.
If you gotta go, going while doing something you love ain't a bad way to go.
But I miss him.
Just something to think about.
charlie b
A bad thing shared is half as bad. A good thing shared is twice as good.