A fresh beginning
I took a ride this morning down a long, dirt road in the country. Heather went with me this time. We went to see a memorial and we went to pay our respects. We went for a chance to remember, and we went for a chance to look forward. Most of all, we just went because we needed to go.
The scene has changed.
On that dusty country road, where just a moment ago, three young ladies left us too soon there is a curve. It is a curve that most of us will never forget. Just a simple curve in a simple road, that now means so much to so many. There in the curve there is still a memorial to those three young ladies. The memorial seems to grow each time I visit. It is a sight filled with teddy bears, photos, simple, hand written messages, three colorful crosses, and even a bag of Cheetos.
It is a memorial that reminds me of a verse in the Bible that seems to me to be a passage very befitting of the three lives lost on that curve.
Ecclesiastes 3:12 says, “I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live.”
Everything I have been told and everything I have read about those three ladies leads me to believe that they were happy girls, full of all the zest of life that teenage girls should have, and there is little doubt that each one of them spent there days here doing good.
As the verse says, there was nothing better for them to do than to live the way they lived.
There are changes now in that curve. Changes made in their memory. Changes made with rock and steel and hard work, all made on their behalf. Their loss was a catalyst for change, not only on that dusty country road, but in the hearts of those that knew them.
American born poet and playwright T.S. Eliot once said, “Every moment is a fresh beginning.”
This is a time in all of our lives for a fresh beginning.
In this time as we celebrate Thanksgiving, it is hard to imagine how the families of those three girls could find a lot to be thankful for. I understand just a little how they feel. Each and every holiday without my Patty, seems empty. Yet we go on. It is a time for a fresh beginning.
We go on because there are other lives looking to ours for strength. We go on because there are other young ladies that need guidance, care, and our love. We go on for the next generations of young people that need us. We go on because there is a race we all need to win.
I have said in previous columns here that we hold on to hope, because there is much work still to do. A little bit of that work has now been done, but there is so much still waiting.
It is my earnest hope and prayer for all of us this season that we continue to hold on to our hopes, and we remember that each moment really is a fresh beginning. I pray that the lives and memories of Katie Jo, Megan and Ashlin burn in our hearts and minds always, and that we use those memories as a catalyst to live the way they lived, and to do good.