A little while ago, I posted about marriage – I talked about how it was ironic that a single guy would be commenting on that subject. This past weekend, my father attended a memorial service for a young man who I worked with for a summer and who's father we worked with for many years (I continue to do so).
The tragedy of the day – a sky-diving accident – hit home even further when it was coupled with the fact that he was 32 years old (2 yrs younger than me) and he had been married for three weeks.
On Saturday, I re-watched Fireproof (movie about marriage) and I was struck that in “sickness and health” you can see when someone is getting sick, but when someone dies – “till death separates us” – you think that it means 30, 40, 50 years later, not three weeks.
As we heard testimony from his wife, his family and his close friends it was hard to imagine that just three short weeks is all they had together as husband and wife. For those of you who are married, may you love on your wives or husbands a little more today in the coming week – time is precious, spend it wisely.
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