Loss

What is the most a person can lose?  A spouse?  A child?  A family?

Just this week I went to a funeral for a father and his two daughters, ages 14 and 16, all three killed in a plane crash.  I went because I know the family, knew the two girls, knew the father.  It was perhaps the saddest thing I've ever been involved with.  Seeing the three caskets on the stage, the father in the middle, one precious daughter on either side, was almost more than I could take.  Almost more than any of us could take.

The service was, of course, a celebration of how these fine people had lived, not how they died.  These were people of vitality, integrity, passion and honesty, of genuine, passionate faith.  The girls were beautiful, talented, charming, funny, smart...the list of superlatives could go on forever.

They are all in presence of God now, no doubt.  If I believe in anything, if I have one ounce of Christian faith, I have to believe this.  Otherwise, why bother.  But here the rest of us are, still mucking around in the here and now.

What is the most a person can lose?  I certainly don't know, I've never been tested so much.  But Mrs Cooper, wife and mother, knows, and my heart will break for her for a long time.

If you'd like to read about the service for Dr. Cooper and his two lovely daughters, Catie and Libby, click below.

Cooper Family Service

Comments

[Beth]

Praying for you and your friends, Dave. Such a sad time...