Eight Months

It was on June 20 of last year. Our time here together came to an end.

I have sorted most all of Regina’s things now. The few things I have kept are in black and gray crates in a closet. This is what happens to stuff when it is no longer needed. When it’s kept for memory purposes. It’s taken eight months for me to get to this point.

It seems that sometimes what we spend our entire lives pursuing becomes not much more than a collection of faint and aging touchstones that end up serving as pointers to more distant, albeit vivid, eternal memories. And probably not too far away, even all of these physical items that I have stored away will be gone, too. The memories will remain.

We need to focus much more on what goes on in our hearts and souls and spend far less time worrying about what we park in the driveway, sit in the living room, or hoard in the bank. It will all become absolutely meaningless. Spend time creating positive impressions, invest in matters of the soul, and cling tightly to precious moments.

‘Ashes to ashes’ is adapted from the Biblical text in Genesis:

“By the sweat of your brow you will eat your food until you return to the ground, since from it you were taken; for dust you are and to dust you will return.” (Genesis 3:19 TNIV)

The Teacher stated in Ecclesiastes:

“And so we come to the end of this musing over life. My advice to you is to remember your Creator, God, while you are young: before life gets hard and the injustice of old age comes upon you—before the years arrive when pleasure feels far out of reach— before the sun and light and the moon and stars fade to darkness and before cloud-covered skies return after the rain. Remember Him before the arms and legs of the keeper of the house begin to tremble—before the strong grow uneasy and bent over with age—before toothless gums aren’t able to chew food and eyes grow dim. Remember Him before the doors are shut in the streets and hearing fails and everyday sounds fade away—before the slightest sound of a bird’s chirp awakens the sleeping but the song itself has fallen silent. People will be afraid of falling from heights and terrifying obstacles in the streets. Realize that hair turns white like the blossoms on the almond tree, one becomes slow and large like a gluttonous grasshopper, and even caper berries no longer stimulate desire. In the end, all must go to our eternal home while there are mourners in the streets. So before the silver cord is snapped and the golden bowl is shattered: before the earthen jar is smashed at the spring and the wheel at the well is broken—before the dust returns to the earth that gave it and the spirit-breath returns to God who breathed it, let us remember our Creator. Life is fleeting; it just slips through your fingers. All vanishes like mist.” (Ecclesiastes 12:1-8 VOICE)

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