The Orange Leader
I love traveling when you travel far enough that you go into another time zone. I especially like it when you travel to a time zone that is earlier than the one from which you are located. It is like getting a bonus hour. Remember when you were growing up and you got another chance or a “do over”. If you had a chance to live your life over again would you make some changes? I would make quite a few changes.
On April 7, 1983 my dad suffered a massive heart attack. I was living in Atlanta, Georgia at the time going to seminary. I received a phone call from my sister letting me know of Dad’s condition on Sunday afternoon. Dad was in ICU and my family advised me to wait until he gets out of ICU so I could really spend time visiting. So that is what I did. On Thursday, April 12 I got the call that he was being moved to a private room in the hospital, buy your plane ticket and we will pick you up at the airport. The earliest I could get a flight was at 11 a.m. Friday morning, April 13. Since Dad was doing fine, and the family had been living in the ICU waiting room for a week; everyone went home to take care of things. Mom was at the beauty shop. I was still in flight when my Dad had a second heart attack as the nurse was shaving him and he didn’t survive. I regret not going home earlier in the week. Even if my time was limited; I could say the things I wanted to say and have some sort of closure.
It is almost impossible to live life without regrets, we are not perfect but in many cases you can do something about the regrets in your life. For me I know my Dad loved me and I know he knew my love for him as well. And that is enough for now, until we meet again.
“But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him… But the father said to his servants, `Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let’s have a feast and celebrate. For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.’” (Luke 15:20b, 22-24)