Thoughts On Life, Death, and Carrying On

I was listening to John Feinstein on NPR Fresh Air this noon and he closed his interview with the remembrance of how sports helped him get over the death of his mother.

It brought back a memory to me. When I had my first majorette corps, I had to go to the home of one of the members the day after her step-father had died. The girl's mother was beside herself trying to decide whether to go to the high school football game her son was playing in, concerned what people would think of her.

"Is your son going to play?" I asked her.

"Yes," she said firmly, as though they had discussed it.

"Then you have to be there," I said, thinking to myself how I would feel if one of the girls in the corps would have a problem and a parent not be there.

She nodded.

I think that was when the Bible verse "Let the dead bury the dead" became meaningful to me.

Just a thought.