It’s a moment.

It’s a moment. A word. A picture. A sentence. It rolls right off our tongue so natural-like.

It’s a brief pause.

And then the brief, but wild ride begins. It’s over so fast but we are catapulted back into reality so fast that we didn’t have time to grab hold, not physically, not spiritually, not emotionally.

We didn’t have time to catch our breath, so when that reality hits us – for a moment we can’t breathe, we didn’t see it coming. It’s a long moment it seems. The truth slaps us in the face and we relive moments, moments from the past 25-60+ years depending on which one of us it is. Moments from the past month.

And we break. Just a little bit more. I wonder. I wonder how much we have to break before this part is over and we start building back up again, this time stronger. Or, maybe we are doing both at the same time? Is that even possible?

It’s family photos, knowing he would talk with Prayse in the pictures even though she was miles away. The funny part? She’d talk back. She’d grab her cell phone and start talking to her Grandad-Great.

It’s reading the book of Acts and about the church he so loved.

It’s a conversation about taxes and Social Security of all things.

It’s a phone call that never gets completed.

It’s looking at a lake that we never physically went to, but spent hours over looking.

It’s a song in church.

They say this part is healthy. They say this part is good, cleansing, so we can move on.  They say this legacy will live on. “They” are right in this instance. With this one, “they” are finally right. With the other stuff? Who knows. Who even has time to think through it all? For us it seems we’re just trying to brace ourselves for the next unexpected moment.