Nous sommes tous des voyageurs en route vers le Seigneur.
Thursday afternoon, we set sail on the open road, myself and my sister that is, in a familiar vehicle, on a familiar route, on a familiar trek, in familiar traffic, in very familiar driving conditions and sadly, for an all too familiar reason : a funeral. It is with extreme sorrow that another friend has tragically passed away. At the ridiculously young age of 28, Richy was next in line. The circumstances surrounding his death, I will not talk about, nor will I talk about the rumours swirling around about what lead to his passing. The mere thought that people take it upon themselves to try and conclude and be the first to spread the news, however faulty, is beyond me. Until I hear it from the mouths of babes (what I mean by this is until I hear it from the mouth of someone honest), the only thing that matters is the fact that he is gone.
I try and try and try to truly believe that our body is just a vessel that carries the really important goods, our heart and soul. But when hit with a death, I go back to another school of thought; that it’s two for the price of one. Soul and body are interchangeable. They make the best team and so one without the other is not enough. Someone once told me that the reason we fear dead bodies is because its’ missing the life, the soul that made it beautiful from within and on the flipside, most of us fear ghosts because it is missing the vessel, the physical self that made it beautiful from the outside. Individually, they satisfy different human desires, that of physical interaction and of emotional satiety/ gratification. For that reason, when the body is stripped from us, so is a part of us. Richy was a beautiful man. He had dimples that could make any girl melt and buckle the knees of the strongest willed woman. His smile was radiant, sincere and so contagious. While his family and friends have their photographs and memories to remind them of as much, they don’t have to look further than his son because all his beautiful physical attributes including the twinkle in his eyes has thankfully been passed onto him. A swift reminder that someone can still remain alive and well without the physical vessel that we so gratefully were able to meet, converse, laugh and cry with, and now, celebrate.
I keep saying that he was taken too soon. But that contradicts my belief in that, however mysterious His ways may be, God only takes those who are ready. As earth dwellers, we may not think someone is ready, let alone ourselves but life is a lot more complex than our day to day schedules and our life plans. There is a master bucket list for each of us. We are not the ones that created this list and we are not the ones that check off the items either. It is completely and utterly out of our control. We cannot peek at it or catch a glimpse of it. Our predetermined to-do list is off limits and when our last item is checked off ,we are called to come forward and begin the next step of our life. Our life on earth is just a part of the voyage to the final and eternal destination. Once we reach this place, our bucket list is revealed to us and we are then granted the best seat in the house to watch how our purpose, our reason and our fate shaped people; a birds’ eye view of our life work unfolding.
It’s said that people come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime. While Richy may have been in our lives for, technically, 112 seasons, really, he will remain with us forever.
In death, we don’t take with us the things we do for our ourselves, we take with us the things we do for others. "Every choice we make and every road we take, every interaction starts a chain reaction. We're both affected when we least expected and when we touched then it all connected". Richy started a chain reaction the moment he was born, one that will trickle for years and lifetimes to come.
Enjoy the show Richy
Rest in peace
LCxo
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