This afternoon I scrolled through my list of recent items on Facebook. One of them was from Pamela Hodges.
“Yes, it is a lie,” she wrote, as a comment to the Jon Acuff blog post she shared, entitled, “The lie we all believe sometimes.”
I was casually scrolling through when I saw Pamela’s addition to my feed. But I stopped and scrolled back. Something caught my eye. Something in the excerpt of Jon’s blog post. “People younger than you will die today.”
This morning my brother-in-law died. He is… was… just a handful of years younger than me. The life of a strong, vibrant, self-reliant, drop-anything-to-lend-a-hand kind of guy stolen over the course of less than a year by diffuse systemic scleroderma.
I saw him late yesterday afternoon. A quick visit on my way home from work. He was recovering from surgery earlier that afternoon, and was looking relatively well. He, my sister, and I quickly made plans for another after-work visit on Monday, as I had to dash out to catch my bus.
“See you Monday!” I said as I headed out of his room.
As Jon says, the lie we all sometimes believe is “later.” Sometimes later doesn’t come.