Saturday, April 13, 2024
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I just got home to Lacombe. I am finding these days that I cannot drive more than 11 hours in day without getting tired. Getting old, I expect.
It was a privilege and an honour to share yesterday with the family, and to meet Chris. I am glad Sharon found him. As Chris said, Sharon never quit. I have met some tough guys in my travels, but it would be hard to think of one with more grit, courage, loyalty and determination. Certainly none that came with her good humour. I got to know Sharon a little bit in the 80's when I was in the College of Law; we met for coffee from time to time. Even then she was a happy warrior. Never a quitter and never far from a smile.
Let me share something from one of my favourite philosophers, C.S. Lewis:
........It is a serious thing to live in a society of possible gods and goddesses, to remember that the dullest and most uninteresting person you may talk to may one day be a creature which, if you saw it now, you would be strongly tempted to worship, or else a horror and corruption such as you now meet, if at all, only in a nightmare. All day long we are, in some degree, helping each other to one or other of these destinations. It is in the light of these overwhelming possibilities, it is with the awe and the circumspection proper to them, that we should conduct all our dealings with one another, all friendships, all loves, all play, all politics. There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilization—these are mortal, and their life is to ours as the life of a gnat. But it is immortals whom we joke with, work with, marry, snub, and exploit— immortal horrors or everlasting splendours.
Sharon helped all her family and all who knew her to that better destination.
Some would say this was God's will. Nonsense. Sharon was one of his better creations. Why would He push the reset button? One day we will understand better how this fits into the continuum of life and death. Until then we, too, can only accept what we cannot change.
Happy Trails, Sharon.
