Our limited Time

Our bodies are limited, physically, in what they can do and how long they can continue to do it. Please keep Mike's mom and the family in your thoughts as it seems her body is getting pretty close to giving up.

It is in times like these when one stops to reflect on death. There is no way to sugar coat it, no way to get around dealing with it. I haven't seen a lot of it, but I have seen three different ways of viewing it. The first is the person who refuses to give up, that just keeps working, moving, being active. These are the people that refuse to say it is over, it is done- there are still things to do, people to see, health problems just are a minor inconvenience. Then there is the person who finds life so meaningless that they lay down and wait for death to come knocking, so that they don't have to deal with life anymore. There is no more goals to accomplish, they are no longer feel needed. Then there is the third group. The ones that do not fear death, but don't give up either. The ones that quietly accept it as a part of life, knowing it is inevitable that the body must give up. They spend the time they have, even in their physically lacking state still ministering to the hearts and minds of those around them. My grandparents were in this last group. They quietly accepted it for what it is and intentionally worked to find ways to make it easier for the family to accept.

Mike's mom, however, falls in the second category. She has been telling Mike since I originally met her eight years ago that she probably wouldn't make it through till the next visit. This time it sounds like she may actually be right.

Which category do you fall into?