One’s day can go as planned. One can be in the midst of
a normal routine. One’s thoughts can be aligned per usual. Then, in a moment,
everything can change. One phone call, one message, one sentence can change
everything and life, as you once knew it, will never be the same.
Such is the case with this past week when I received an
email. The message said our dear friend, and the godfather to our children, had
collapsed suddenly and was non-responsive to all treatments. My husband and
daughter were both in Haiti on missions…I was frantic and helpless but never
There is always hope. There’s always some nugget in the mud
that can be pure gold but I don’t always feel like being the quintessential
gold-miner. I prefer gold in a velvet box in a pretty case…the easy way. But as
I said earlier this week-easy is not
The loss of someone is a multi-faceted experience. There are
stages of grief with one common denominator…we miss the person that died. That
vacancy is felt from the depths of one’s soul that aches with the pain of
absence. It shocks the system and we really can’t wrap our human minds around
death because we were never meant to.
Loss on this earth is for a moment but soon eternity will
reunite us with those who've paved our path to Heaven. Our loved ones are in our
future, not in our past. One dear mother, who lost her young son, said that and
changed my perspective on the subject forever.
As for our dear friend, Pastor Lawrence Bishop, his death is
hard to handle. He seemed immortal; always strong, dependable, and a force that
was noticeable wherever he was. His eyes twinkled when he grinned and told
jokes or stories about things his grandchildren said. He and his wife were
always there for us…no matter who or what. Visits to their ranch are among my
fondest memories because it felt like home there. Home is a place where you are
safe because well, you are loved.
They are friends…no, true friends. Because of that, they
seemed the most likely choice to be given our most precious gifts-our children.
They were chosen to be godparents to Ashton and Austin because we knew they’d
be there for them just like they’d been there for us a thousand times. That
said, I can’t believe Pastor Lawrence is gone but he’ll never be forgotten.
People that are larger than life never are. Their imprint is too significant
on the hearts of humanity to ever be just a distant, blurry memory.
Pastor Lawrence Bishop will never be that to me or to my
family. He’s the last of a dying breed of iconic men’s men; heroic,
hard-working, patriotic gentlemen with core values and moral codes that honor
the generations preceding them. They are trailblazers and Lawrence rode head
and shoulders above them all. As this chapter closes, he is one cowboy, who
lived life on his terms and left life on his terms. He saddled up and rode off
into the sunset…just like real cowboys do.
“Happy Trails to you, until we meet
again, Happy Trails to you until we meet again. Who cares about the clouds when
we’re together? Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather, Happy Trails to
you ‘til we meet again.
Some trails are happy ones, Other’s are
blue, It’s the way you ride the trail that counts, Here’s a happy one for you.
Happy Trails to you…”til we meet again.
(By Dale Evans Rogers)