I picked up my son today from my mom and dad’s.
We buckled up, I started the truck, backed up, turned around and pulled on to the road. There was a bit of conversation about his hike on the hill with grandma, their new puppy and a request to stop by the pond to see the turtles. We stopped, counted the turtles, seven, and then continued on our way…in silence…for about three minutes and fifteen seconds…when the “big question” was asked….
Son: “Daddy, how long will you be alive?”
Me: “I don’t know son…that’s up to the good Lord above to decide.”
[approximately 30 seconds of silence]
Son: “Daddy [beginning to cry] …. I don’t want you to die…. I want you to live forever….”
Me “Kyle, I love you, and hearing you say that means the world to me, but we can’t live forever. It’s not in our control. It’s all up to our Creator.
Son: “I’m going to pray that He lets you live until I die daddy.”
The conversation continued for the rest of the drive home, down the lane, out in the field and for a bit longer….
This was the first real “serious” conversation the two of us have had….and probably not the last.
It was a moment that I will treasure forever.
It was a moment that caused me to pause and contemplate.
I leave you to contemplate.