One of These Days.

We buried my PawPaw, Jess Willard White, today. As I sat at next to my grandma and the song, "Rise Again" was playing, I found my mind wandering. First of all, if you haven't heard the song, look up the lyrics... INCREDIBLE. This song is especially touching to my family because it was sung at my uncle's (my mom's baby brother's) funeral almost 25 years ago. Clearly, that is where my mind first went. Unfortunately, I never got to know him, but I do know he was loved so much. I am convinced some of the tears today were for him as well.

Next, I thought of my great-grandmother, PawPaw's wife, who was actually more like a grandma to me growing up. As I did the math in my head, I realized she has been gone for 12 years. It feels like yesterday. She was an amazing woman and I still miss her every day.

I thought of my dad's brother, my Uncle Bruce, who was killed this past July in a car wreck. I put myself back at his funeral and it broke my heart. I thought of my dad's mom, who died in 2006 and my Uncle Jimbo who died the year before that after a very long battle with cancer.

Even before that, my mom lost her sister, my dad lost his father, my grandma lost both her brother and father...

And that's not all. As I sat on the front pew today, couldn't help but wonder why... Why do some people lose SO many of their loved ones when others still have all alive and well? Don't get me wrong, I am not wishing this inevitable pain on anyone, I just wonder the meaning behind it all. I have tons of theories, and I'd love to hear others...

I always say I sure do have a lot of questions for the Lord. I hope He has plenty of time to talk when I get to Heaven.

Until then, I am counting my blessings tenfold, knowing that every second I have on earth and with the people I love is precious.