“Every parting is a form of death, as every reunion is a type of heaven.”
– Tyron Edwards, American Theologian (1809 – 1894)
Thursday was an interesting day.
First, the Middle of The Three, 6’2″ at age 13 and a pretty danged salty basketball player, broke his humerus playing pick-up hoops at lunch. Second time in three years that a broken bone ends the “happy time” for him — basketball season.
Second, I met someone (through a mutual friend) who reminded me of everything that “could be,” if we just stay focused on what matters — and a new friendship, and perhaps a business relationship, were born.
Finally, over burgers and a beverage, I got to talk business, Faith and friendship with a former colleague who is becoming a friend, as well as a dear friend who is also a former colleague.
Comings and goings, ebbs and flows. Good times and bad times, pain and pleasure, joy and sorrow. Every day gives us some of some of some parts and some of the other parts.
Still, every day is a gift. Watching The Middle settle in for what is hopefully a comfortable night of sleep in a sling — it’s clear that the boy does not equal the basketball season, and a parents’ love for a child comes into sharper focus. As long as he heals and feels better soon, triple doubles don’t matter, at all. Reflecting on the new connection is a reminder that some of the best is yet to come. And a reunion with good people from days past is a reminder that our blessings are more numerous and longer lasting than we often realize.
A fracture, a union and a reunion. Thursday was an interesting day.
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