Dear friends.
When we hear of a death or a group of deaths, we think of it as a tragedy. It is tragic to us because we are left behind. It is especially tragic to us if we love or are close to the one who died. Praise God! Death is not the end!
Tragedy
I got to see Kobe play once.
It was the semi final game of the 2012 Olympics. Team USA was playing Spain (I think). I remember thinking what a treat it was to be at the Olympics and getting to watch a group of people who had dedicated their lives to be the best in the world at what they did.
The last 48 hours I've been reflecting a lot on my own life in light of the tragedy of Kobe Bryant's unexpected passing on Sunday. There are a few thoughts that I want to pass onto you {First Name}.
My Dad died on Monday February 1st, 2010.
I had the good fortune to speak with my Dad on Sunday January 31st, 2010.
I say good fortune because looking back on that day 10 years later, I feel like I won the lottery having had the opportunity to speak with him just one day before his passing.
My Dad and I did not talk regularly – I held onto childhood baggage that I allowed to keep me at a distance. Our relationship was alright, which I recognize is much better than the relationships many kids have with their parents.
My Final Day With My Daughter
As our final day in Children’s Hospital unfolded, one of the nurses asked if I wanted to hold my little girl. Of course, I immediately replied, “Yes.”
From the beginning, when I first became a widow, woodpeckers began looming large in my consciousness. Woodpeckers were my late husband's favorite bird and began showing up around me almost immediately. They were out back in my wooded back yard, they were in the front yard from time to time, they even followed me on vacation. They were around me so often that it became clear that someone was trying to tell me something! As I began to feel a calling to advocate for and help other widows, the calling was unmistakably strong. As one friend at the time said, "Mary Lee?
