My mom called today to share that my 93-year-old great uncle had slipped into eternity. My first thoughts traveled to distant memories of our family comradery from childhood years.
Living in another state, he and I occasionally enjoyed spiritual conversations on the phone. Having been my maternal grandmother’s younger brother, he had been a living link to her generation sharing intriguing stories from the early twentieth century.
Dementia had robbed Uncle George of his later years, but I warmly recalled happy times with him, too. He enjoyed life, people and faithfully cared for his wife before her death years ago.
As I think about his full life as a World War II veteran, telecommunications supervisor, church leader, husband, father and grandfather, I shed tears of both sorrow and joy. I realize his departure ends that generation in our family. However, I think of the Heavenly reunion celebrated upon his arrival and multitudes of our family members greeting him there.
Life is but a vapor–a sweet aroma of those we love.