My uncle has been battling with his health for as long as I can remember. He is, in short, a large man. He loves God with his entire soul and shows it. His generousity is astounding. His laugh; robust. His grasp on life is extreme. Yet, he is dying.
My uncle has battled with colon cancer for a while. The last that we were told, he was in remission. After this diagnosis his health improved as he ate healthier and lost weight. I just returned from a long holiday with he and his lovely wife and the sudden paradigm shift in my uncle's life concerns me. There is no more talk of years ahead and no more veggies and fruit. My uncle might just be keeping the secret of his returning cancer.
Sitting with him over biscuits and tea, I soaked up every ounce of wisdom I could grasp. I heard stories about trust and living-living hardcore for Jesus. This man is not bitter. He is enjoying everything.
It makes me wonder, when I die, am I going to be content with the life I am currently living as my uncle is with his? Do those that I love know the depth of my affection towards them? Reflection can never be a bad thing if it spurs a postive reaction. I hear my younger sisters have juat arrived home from school. I think it might just be a good idea to go see how their day went and soak up every little bit I can with them.