I am trying to get back into the spirit of it all this morning. Maybe immersion in family the next two days will do it.
I went to a memorial service last night, the saddest, most tragic I have ever been involved with. A beautiful young woman about my daughter's age (29), who I have watched grow up in our church from an infant, taught in Bible classes, known her parents for many years, who just could not overcome alcohol addiction.
After numerous times in rehab, at least two extended stays in the hospital with life-threatening condtions, she finally succumbed to the posion. In the end she went into the hospital with severe cramping from internal bleeding. As I waited with her parents night before last, her blood had become so acidic that her blood vessels could not contain it any more. Bleeding from ears, eyes, nose, mouth, throat, and who knows where internally, she went through 10 units of blood in a few hours.
She left behind two young sons with a father who is, to put it charitably, not prepared to care for them.
Of all the deaths I have witnessed over the years, including both my parents, for some reason this one has hit me the hardest. Maybe it is because of the waste of it all.
I went to a memorial service last night, the saddest, most tragic I have ever been involved with. A beautiful young woman about my daughter's age (29), who I have watched grow up in our church from an infant, taught in Bible classes, known her parents for many years, who just could not overcome alcohol addiction.
After numerous times in rehab, at least two extended stays in the hospital with life-threatening condtions, she finally succumbed to the posion. In the end she went into the hospital with severe cramping from internal bleeding. As I waited with her parents night before last, her blood had become so acidic that her blood vessels could not contain it any more. Bleeding from ears, eyes, nose, mouth, throat, and who knows where internally, she went through 10 units of blood in a few hours.
She left behind two young sons with a father who is, to put it charitably, not prepared to care for them.
Of all the deaths I have witnessed over the years, including both my parents, for some reason this one has hit me the hardest. Maybe it is because of the waste of it all.