A friend and colleague of mine died suddenly of a heart attack last week. He, I think, lived every day to its fullest. He was involved with his church, his family, his co-workers, and his students (not necessarily in that order). He was a church-going man but he was never preachy--the way he lived his life was to be an example to others--he walked the walk and didn't find it necessary to talk the talk. He found some joy in each day and tried to share it, whether it was a really cool cloud formation or just a smile, a wave, and a friendly hello. He was gentle, caring, and wicked smart. He always got the joke and laughed, even when it was off-color. He didn't mind my language (I curse like a sailor, most of the time) and would join me sometimes. He seemed to be unflappable. My life is richer for having known him, even for a relatively short time.
If I've learned anything from my friend, it is to try and LISTEN and to find at least one joy in each and every day--even if it's as ephemeral as a wicked cool weather front.
2 years ago