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January 14, 2014

I keep Tom Bechman in my closet!

And not just because he pays me...........................to write, this was long before that.


An article he wrote that was in the May 2012 Indiana Prairie Farmer has hung on my closet wall since the day the magazine came in the mail.

I see it daily - some days it is just a glance, some days I read one or two particular paragraphs and somedays I stop - and read the whole thing.





It hangs next to some old purses I will probably never carry again (why I even own them is a whole different subject-I am not a purse person), caddy corner to a 'Happy Mothers Day' picture the kids drew me years ago.  Neither piece of paper is neatly hung or carefully framed for protection - they are simply hung, each one by a single piece of scotch tape.  Both of these remind me what is truly important every single day as I pawing thru my closet floor looking for clean underwear and something to wear.

The page itself is starting to curl as a reminder of how long it has been hanging there - a year and a half already - one that feels like time has flown by but yet has it really been that long?

God Only Promises Us Today, Not Tomorrow

The article itself talks about the deadly tornado earlier in 2012 that devastated southern Indiana and also about a Johnson County man who passed away suddenly leaving a wife and 4 kids the youngest of which was at the time a senior in high school.

But this article says more to me, maybe it is the title, maybe it is the 'moral', maybe it was just the timing - my Dad had passed away in March of that year, he had Leukemia and while it sounds weird he passed what seemed to me extremely suddenly.

To be honest the details of the month he was most sick aren't important but the day he died will forever stick in my memory, not just for the obvious reasons but because of events that morning.  I had gotten in the habit of taking Dad breakfast a couple of days a week, he didn't like the hospital food so much and it was the perfect time to visit for us.  Dad was a true morning person, I could go up as early as I liked.  I would put the kids on the bus at 6:45 and head to the hospital.  That particular morning we had two loads of hogs going out and I was 'scheduled' to help Josh sort and load - I left for the hospital with the intention of meeting Josh at the hog barns at 8:30 to load out the first load.  Dad and I ate breakfast, talked, I realized it was 8:45, texted Josh I was running late and headed towards the barns.  Josh loaded the first load that morning by himself, was gone before I got there - I felt bad, I hated that he had had to load by himself but he assured me it was fine.  I helped load the second load and went about the rest of my day.  Late that evening my Mom called from the hospital - it wasn't good.......the details don't matter from that point on.  But that breakfast that morning was the last time I would talk to my Dad.

Even though he was sick I truly had no idea leaving that morning that that would be the last time I talked to him.  I felt bad for not being back in time to help Josh with the first load but I thank God everyday that I didn't rush out of the hospital that morning and that because I was to load hogs I didn't skip out on breakfast thinking that I was just too busy and would take him breakfast tomorrow - there was no tomorrow.




2 comments :

  1. Others have such good advice, but we usually want to reinvent the wheel and do it on our own (only to realize that the original advice was the best solution!). One of my favorite quotes reflects your article and Tom's...“I shall pass this way but once; any good that I can do or any kindness I can show to any human being; let me do it now. Let me not defer nor neglect it, for I shall not pass this way again.”
    Etienne de Grellet (1773-1855);
    Quaker Missionary
    Love you lots, mom

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  2. You know, I was so busy today working for you and I saw this post title over and over and over again...... But I am just now sitting down and reading it.

    Brought a little tear to me eyes.

    Reminds me of the time my grandfather passed away. It was a day that my mom, my brother and I had by chance all stopped in at one point or another to see him at the nursing home. So glad that we all did.

    You have a very good reminder sitting next to your clean undies and old purse collection :)

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