About a month ago I blogged about a friend of mine who had been diagnosed with cancer. Yesterday he died. This morning as dawn broke I went for a run. I ran out in the bayou behind the house. A little down the train I noticed the ruts from the dirt bikes and ATV's that people ride thru the bayou. I instantly thought about how he would have loved the ride, how he might have even enjoyed these trails. As I ran I thought of all the good times that we had together. About how close he was to our family. How as we grow up we adopt people into our family. I cursed God as to why he had to take him so young. I ran along for a bit and then told myself I was going to turn around when I hit 2 miles but it turns out I was already at 2 1/2, lost in my run. I kept going. When I finally came to a point where I could cross to the other side of the bayou and head back I noticed a bunny. And then another. How cute I thought and then I kept running. I came to another point where I could cross back shortening my run back home but I continued on the longer path. By mile 4 I noticed the sky, the sun had finally come up and the clouds were full but like bunched up cotton balls in the sky and I took a moment to thank God for the day he gave me. I'm not religious by any means but...but I couldn't help noticing all these bunnies I must have seen near 40 bunnies on the trails today. Baby bunnies, big bunnies, not too timid bunnies and it dawned on me that Easter was upon us and today was Good Friday. I couldn't help but get lost in the symbolism in that. And my thoughts then came full circle. We have parents here on Earth and just as God had called in own son home, he had called is son Jason home. For a moment I felt the sun warm me. We are all God's children and when he is ready for us, when our purpose here is over, he calls us home. From that point in my run I never saw another bunny, I didn't even hear one rustling in the tall grass.
Happy Easter.
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