“For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for a little time, and then vanisheth away.” — James 4:14
This week I went to the funeral of the father of one of my best friends in my youth. It was one of those events that causes you to pause and consider reality—the reality of an aging life; the reality of a fleeting life; the reality of a fragile life.
It has been thirty years since the closeness of our teenage years when we were full of dreams and youthful optimism. Life had separated us to different ambitions but this week we returned to the location where we had shared a wonderful friendship growing up in Brown County, Indiana.