I have a lot of thoughts in my head currently, most of which don’t really mesh together well, but I’m needing to get at least some of them out of my head and in some form of writing.
I’m thinking about my mother’s cat Paddy today. It was 4 years ago that she took her last ride to the vet. It was an emotionally wrecking day for me (and I’m sure for my mother as well).
I still miss that grumpy old cat. She might have been an ornery cuss at times, but she could be endearing and sweet at other times. She had her own loving way and was unswervingly loyal to my mom.
Two years later, I found out my own beloved cat Lucy was terminally ill. It devastated me. For the next six days, I cried, prayed, hoped for a miracle, and tried as best as I could to prepare for the worst.
But today was filled with happy memories. We had our traditional yearly family celebration of my sister’s upcoming birthday. It was festive and filled with truck rides, eating too much, badminton, and hammocks. And birthday cake.
That’s a sort of microcosm of life. There’s a great amount of sadness and heartache, but there’s also joy and beauty. Sometimes, you can’t have one without the other. Sometimes, suffering helps you appreciate the joy more.
But all in all, life’s still a gift. It’s a blessing that I take for granted most days, but on those days when I remember, I give thanks for the privilege of waking up and breathing in God’s air. As long as you or I are still breathing, we still have a purpose and a reason to live.
Cherish your life and the people in it.