|A Prayer Diary
I posted the following on my cotttagebythesea.net blog. But I want to say something more to my prayer friends. Chet was three days younger than me. He lived a good life in all the ways we can hope for or imagine. He was faithful, feeling Christ’s presence walking with him.
Yes, my friends are dying, and so will I, sooner rather than later. God has been good to me on this part of my journey. Right now, the next leg of the itinerary may be mysterious but I have faith that it will be heavenly and awesome, and, that those still living this earthly segment, will be just fine!
You know me, I am not the prophet of gloom or sadness, but I am feeling sad this morning, sad but not gloomy.
Chet, my wonderful principal during my joyful teaching days, died yesterday, appropriately on Valentines Day. All of the Haynes School alumnae teachers knew that his life was coming to an end. On our monthly zoom meetings, which he named The Quilt, he had shared the host of medical issues that he was dealing with. Individually we were able to be in touch with him via email. Right up to the end Chet was cognizant, grateful, optimistic, and joyful. His wife, three children and grandchildren were with him when he died.
Three very good friends of mine have died in the year of 2022. For sure, that is fodder for gloom and sadness. But what appears is lives well-lived. So I say, "Let Evening Come."