Due to the recent tragedy that took place last week and the events surrounding it, I’ve been thinking a lot about family. Of course this is all very natural; whenever we experience loss, we cling even harder to what we have. These past few nights I can’t fall asleep without giving Austin a long stare in the dark while he falls asleep, willing him to live until he’s 105 and thanking God he’s still here.
It’s easy to forget how fragile we are. Most of the time we’re just barreling through life at mach speed, trying to get things done, trying to make it to the next day. Death interrupts that race, bringing us to a standstill, reminding us what’s most important.
Family is not perfect. In fact, family can be very painful, confusing, selfish, and haphazard. We saw that this past week and we’ll see it again. Yet despite these inherent flaws, the connectedness is steadfast and for that I am thankful. I forget that this circle of brothers, sisters, moms, dads, cousins, aunts, uncles and grandparents is a privilege. Today I lift them up.