Monday, March 9, 2009
A good man died today. I don't know enough about him to say all that could be said about him. I do know that he was thought of highly by all who knew him, including me. He was a constant, a mentor, and a friend. His actions, over the course of a lifetime, touched thousands. He helped those who were sick and in pain. His skills were unquestioned, and his abilities passed on to many.
From diagnosis to passing, barely six months went by. Through it all, he still tried. He still fought. He still smiled.
There is only so much time before the sand in the hour glass runs out.
And you never get to peek at the hour glass to see how much sand you started with.
Or how much is left.