Mark

It is hard to believe that already seven years have passed since my friend Mark died suddenly. While my family was out celebrating our wedding anniversary at a Caribou and the attached Great Harvest Bakery, his family watched his life slip quickly away in their kitchen.

Mark lived his life prepared to leave unexpectedly early. A lesson he learned from his father’s early death in similar circumstances.

I cannot say that I have yet learned the lesson from Mark. But I am working on it.

Overridden

The other day I registered for the Minnesota Ironman Bike Ride.

The next evening my sister-in-law called. Guess which day was selected for my nephew’s confirmation. I’ll give you a hint. May 6.

Of course. When else would it be planned?

Confirmations are the sort of thing to be scheduled well enough in advance so relatives can make arrangements to attend. At least that’s how it was done back in my day. I maybe didn’t know many of my relatives by more than name only, but they came to witness the big day anyway. They had time to plan.