Prelude

A season is a time characterized by a particular circumstance suitable to an indefinite period of time associated with a divine phenomenon that some call life. One of the first things I learned in this life was that it is a journey. During this passage through time I have come to realize that there are milestones, mountains, and valleys that everyone will encounter. Today, I have to face a valley and it's excruciating. It's June 28 th , a day that I once celebrated as a very special day. Now, it's filled with sorrow. The reason this day is different from all others is because I have come to the cemetery at Friendly Church .

Normally it's hot and humid, as summer begins, but not so today. It's a cool gray day with the sky slightly overcast. I hear the echo of birds chirping from a distance. There is also a mist or a light fog hovering very near the ground that gives the aura of a mystical setting. This is a place where many of my family members who have passed away rest for eternity. Some have been resting here for over a hundred years. I have grandparents, uncles, aunts, cousins, a sister, and many friends here as well. The cemetery is in the most tranquil of places secluded from the rest of the world, very peaceful and beautiful, almost like being near the gateway of heaven.

My heart aches today because I have come here on what would have been my son's birthday. This is a very hard thing for me to do as the natural order suggests it should be the other way around. Another difficulty is that this is the first time I will see his headstone that was put in place just a few days ago. Although I know what it should look like, it's going to be hard to actually see it. It will indicate the finality of losing the dearest of all human beings. It's hard to imagine what the rest of my life will be like without my precious son.

As I pass Granddaddy's gravesite, I stop to say hello. After a brief moment, I continue in the direction of my son's resting place. As I get closer, I begin to receive a rush of emotion to the point that my movements slow as the sight comes into view. I can now see his name clearly and I whisper "God why did you take him?" I become numb as I finally arrive at his gravesite, overwhelmed with this never before known emotion. This is something I never thought I would ever have to do, but here I am!!!

Suddenly, the sky begins to clear somewhat, as I now feel the sun's rays from above. At this very moment, I receive an epiphany upon reading the dates inscribed on the stone. 1981 ' 2001. What does this really mean? The beginning and the end, surely, but in the final analysis it is just a tiny little dash that represents the whole life of a person. I fall to my knees realizing the profound impact of that thought causing me to look to the heavens and wonder. If someone, for whatever reason, were to tell the story concealed within my dash. What might they say?

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