Taylor’s new home is in this idyllic neighborhood filled with all the conveniences/charms of Old Worthington. He’s proximate to shops, stores, and all the modern conveniences, yet feels like he’s close to the country. The big difference is he’s just a couple minutes from the Rocky Mountains out here. And, he’s only two miles from Columbine High School.
Yesterday, we went to pay a visit to the Columbine Memorial. It was sobering to read the thoughts from each of the thirteen victims whose words were etched in stone so none of us can forget. The school could be any suburban school, anywhere. Surrounded by a beautiful park, it was crowded with baseballs, soccer balls, and family cookouts as we made our way up the lonely hill to the memorial. The smells of backyard barbecues wafted in the air, as we silently, slowly walked by the stone wall and words. KA (sister) and I said nothing. My thoughts went back to two books I had read, way back in the day, detailing two sweet lives. One titled She Said Yes, is the story of Cassie Bernall. The other titled Rachel’s Tears is the story of Rachel Scott. Both died on April 19, 1999 in this idyllic neighborhood now home to our son, Taylor. Who knew?
Sometimes, it’s unhealthy not to look back. Yesterday, I looked back to learn some lessons from history. It was healthy to sober up and look at what happened here. Today, as we enjoy our Sunday’s don’t forget the fact that we won’t be here forever. Make it count with ones that matter. Good. And, remember, we all matter.
“There are no ordinary people. You have never talked to a mere mortal. Nations, cultures, arts, civilizations – 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 splendors. This does not mean that we are to be perpetually solemn. We must play. But our merriment must be of that kind (and it is, in fact, the merriest kind) which exists between people who have, from the outset, taken each other seriously – no flippancy, no superiority, no presumption.” C.S. Lewis The Weight of Glory
Slow down, friend. Look back and learn. Reflect. Thank God for the gift of today. Go make it count. Good…