There is a time for everything,
and a season for every activity under heaven:
a time to be born and a time to die,
a time to plant and a time to uproot,
a time to kill and a time to heal,
a time to tear down and a time to build,
a time to weep and a time to laugh,
a time to mourn and a time to dance,
a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,
a time to embrace and a time to refrain,
a time to search and a time to give up,
a time to keep and a time to throw away,
a time to tear and a time to mend,
a time to be silent and a time to speak,
a time to love and a time to hate,
a time for war and a time for peace.
I have posted pictures of the Sheave Tower in Blair, Ontario three times now, in the summer, fall and winter. I wanted a spring picture to complete the set and was able to take one earlier this month. We experience four definite seasons in Canada and I do enjoy each of them in particular ways. Sandland brother
is living in the United Arab Emirates. He misses our seasons and greenery even though he does make the best of what the desert has to offer.
We pass through seasons of life and each has its own beauty too. I am definitely done with spring and will not speculate on whether this is my summer or early autumn. Working with elderly people I have learned that inside of them there still lives someone who is perhaps 30 or 40 years old. Our bodies age faster than the perception of ourselves does.
My mother and her older brother Bill are shown skating in this picture in the 1940's. I am sure this does not seem that long ago to Mom even though she has done a lot of living since her teenage years. She is with her brother and father in the picture below.
About 12 hours ago Uncle Bill passed away peacefully after a long illness. It is a relief for his family that he is no longer suffering, but I know the loss is felt and that Mom is wondering where the years have gone. She came to Canada to see him this past Christmas when he was able to recognize her and enjoy the visit. I also have fine memories of my uncle and he kept in touch with me regularly until the past year or so when his health was failing.
Transitions are not easy and my thoughts and prayers are with my aunt, cousins and mother as a chapter in their lives has closed. When my cousin called me with the news she said, "It was time..."
There is a time for everything under heaven...