The first week back at school always proves to be a very thought provoking week. On this first week back I’m focusing on how much my life has changed in the last year; from fall 2012 to fall 2013. This process of thought was brought on by the haphazardly scrolling through the photos in my phone. As I started flipping the pictures down and worked my way to the top of the list, older photos started to arise. As I started to see shots of trees and hunting areas I noticed a few that I had taken a blackmail. Those photos were of my dad, dressed in camo, holding a large white mushroom that stood out among the trees while we were “deer hunting”. At that time I started trying to remember exactly when we went out hunting, to no avail. But a realization hit me right after that thought. “That had to have been 1 to 2 months before he died”.
I have gone 9 months without my best friend, after spending 12 months without him, ending just a few months earlier. Just the thought makes my stomach churn. At the time the pictures were taken it never crossed my mind that in under 2 months I’d never be on another hunting trip with him. The fact is in fall 2012 I didn’t spend much time at all with my parents, particularly my dad (unless we were hunting). Most of the time we kind of avoided each other. But deep down we knew the other loved us. And that’s all that mattered.
1 Corinthians 13:13, “And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love.”