This past week I’ve been acutely aware of some milestone moments, like the two year anniversary of my cancer surgery. I was aware of feeling so grateful not to be re-living that day again but also so happy to be two years down the road, still here, still healthy, enjoying life. At the same time, our son got his Aggie ring at Texas A&M…you have to have 90 college hours to even order it. Then, to get it, such a moment of pride and celebration. We Aggies take Aggie rings very seriously. We have 9 Aggie rings in our extended family. Sweet.
Intertwined with all that came the news of the shooting at the Naval yard shootings. Bitter.
Friday night as we were celebrating with our son and his friends, we were on a covered porch enjoying dinner outside. It was pouring rain and it was cool outside. We haven’t seen rain in a long time in Texas, nor felt anything like cool air. Sweet.
Then came the news of the shootings in the park in Chicago. “Really?” I thought, “Another shooting?” Bitter.
Saturday was one of those amazing beautiful days in Texas, we were with our family and friends before and after a great Texas A&M football game. Sweet.
But in Kenya, there was terror, lives lost. In Pakistan, a church shooting that killed so many. Bitter.
I learned a long time ago that life is bittersweet. The beautiful milestone moments are always mixed with difficult times. I also learned a long time ago that none of us can be truly happy as long as one of us is suffering.
What is so unbelievable is that we are doing it to ourselves. Humans gunning down one another at work, in the park, in the mall in places of worship. We do need saving from ourselves, we really do.