A Time to Mourn, A Time to Dance

“There is a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance.”

Ecc. 3:4

In 1996 I began the journey of a lifetime. I met the pastor of my church for the first “real” time. Over the course of fifteen years he became my spiritual adviser, for those who like that term. Most importantly, he became my best friend, my buddy, my confidant.

In 1997, with the upcoming retirement of my pastor, I met a new counselor. While he could not be my “spiritual” adviser, per se, he was able, on occasion, to advise on natures of the spirit. Through many ups and downs, highs and lows, he, too, became my trusted confidant.

One year ago last Friday my buddy left this world and joined with his Father. One year ago yesterday I wrote him my last letter and said goodbye. It was a time to mourn.

Last Thursday I said goodbye to my trusted confidant. He has entered the joys of retirement. A time to dance, indeed.

While I cannot consider him the type of friend with whom to hang out or even to call just to chat, he became a friend to whom I could ask all sorts of questions. Granted, I paid him for the time I would meet with him, but what he gave in return is priceless.

I am still struggling with the loss of both these friends, one living in Heaven, the other in Atlanta. I know the pain will end and peace will take its rightful place. But for now I grieve, I mourn.

Tomorrow, when tomorrow comes, I will dance.

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