Life is beautiful. I keep saying that. Even when I feel hopeless and when I am tired, GOD lets me see just how precious and beautiful it is.
We were at the hospital quite a bit last week.
I have known this man all my American life. I met him the day I came to this great country. I was all of 7 years old. He has been in every part of anything I have ever done. And yet, just about everyone I know has said the same thing. He was that present. His family shared him, and they didn't even feel it. Because his family was first.
The thing is, you kinda felt like part of his family, too. He made you feel that way.
He passed away on Friday. My 11 year old son and my mom were holding his hand as his breathed his last breathe. That, in it of itself is a story. Maybe for another day.
This is the last picture I have of him. It is at my daughter's wedding. Of course he was there. Where else would he be on that 4th of July??
He was Jewish. He was so instrumental in so much of what Israel is today. He ALMOST talked my oldest son to join the Israeli Air Force. lol. And somehow, he would have gotten him in, if Hoops went for it. Never mind that he is not Jewish, or has never set foot in Israel before. That's the kind of guy he was.
Hoops opted for the USAAF. Oh well, he cheered him on in that, too.
He will be missed. Terribly.
Life is beautiful.
Go over to Lori's blog and read about Luke. He is trying to live one! Please pray for him.
And then go over to my beautiful daughter's blog. She has her first give away!! I have yet to have one. That, too, is another story. Maybe for another day. But one of these days I will have one. Just, well, not today.
And so, go out there and live this beautiful life. It is but a breath in time. Don't waste your breaths.