I keep staring at Facebook today as though someone is somehow going to post something that will “make it all better” or, better yet, just make it all go away… But it’s not going away and it’s not getting better, is it? I have no great wisdom either, though I wish that I did. More than anything I wish that my words could flow out and like a healing ointment just wash over all the broken hearts and miraculously bring them peace and restoration. But I’m just like you… I loved her, too. I truly called her “friend”, and believe me when I tell you that I don’t bestow that title on many. She, along with her amazing kids, filled my home with laughter many an evening. My phone lit up frequently from her texts and they always made me smile even though she was usually busting my chops about something. Man, she could really put you in your place (she was a real “no-b.s.” kinda woman), but she also never left any doubt in your mind that she really actually CARED. She cared about my family as though Kesler blood coursed through her veins. I knew it, my wife knew it, and every one of my kids knew it. As I look here to find some comfort, I am overwhelmed by all of the people whose lives have been touched by this great woman! We are all so blessed to have been part of her life and have her as part of ours. This is her Legacy and it is a lasting one; not only in our hearts but in the lives of her wonderful children. Let us not forget them. We all owe it to her, we who loved her, to take care of her living legacy. Please, whatever you do, don’t say “I’m sorry for your loss”, because that is not what this is about! The people that never knew Pam are the ones who suffered loss. We are the fortunate ones who lived life with her and are better people for having known her! How amazing was she? Well, despite how sick she was and how incredibly bad she felt, she was making dinner for her family last night when all this hit… We literally turned off the stove last night when we took Lauren home to get her clothes to spend the night at our house… Pam was a SWEETHEART, but she was also a BADASS. One of my best friends shared this with me today and I know that someone else needs it: “A good name is better than a good ointment, And the day of one’s death is better than the day of one’s birth. It is better to go to a house of mourning Than to go to a house of feasting, Because that is the end of every man, And the living takes it to heart. Sorrow is better than laughter, For when a face is sad a heart may be happy. The mind of the wise is in the house of mourning, While the mind of fools is in the house of pleasure.” That is the first few verses of Ecclesiastes 7 and just like this situation, it is very difficult to understand. Our hearts and minds don’t work the same way that God’s does (Isaiah 55:8 - “My thoughts are not your thoughts, Nor are your ways My ways,” declares the Lord…”), but I do know this much – this situation has really changed my focus. How about you? Are you finding yourself not as concerned about your own set of “problems” right now? Mine just don’t seem all that important anymore… I’ll continue to peruse Facebook in the days to come and I will shed fond tears with those of you who are crying, but I will also take great joy in these memories that we ALL share of that BIG, BEAUTIFUL SMILE that beamed from her pretty face, that contagious laugh that would always make you happy when you heard it, and that magnificent sparkle in her eyes!
Posted on: Tue, 05 Aug 2014 23:29:54 +0000
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