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Remembering the fragility of life

December 23, 2015
Amber Hovey - Staff Writer ( , Estherville News

Christmas marks the celebration of our savior as well as the close of another year. It seems as if time has once again escaped us and another year has come banging on our doors. As I reflect on the past year as well as where I have come in life thus far, it is hard not to think of my family and friends, new and old that have entered my life.

Growing up in Ridgeway, Iowa, I lived right across from my grandparents and often times you could find me over there whether it was climbing trees, picking up sticks or sitting in my grandmother's kitchen eating peanut clusters as she washed dishes and cooked supper for my grandpa.

They lived on a farm, however, the only livestock left was chickens and all the farmland, about 180 years, was then CRP. I remember being scared of the chickens as I tried to help grandma collect eggs and I remember crashing my bike into their barn as I learned how to ride a bike. I remember trying to climb hay bales in the shed with my brother but being too small to climb as high as him. I remember grandma always having baked goods or little candy bars on hand because my grandpa always liked a little something sweet. I remember the apples trees growing in my grandparent's back yard and grandma making the best apple pie.

I remember running off to my grandparents every time I was upset and walking among the rows of trees, pretending I was somewhere far away. I remember the tiny stairs in my grandparent's small, white, farmhouse that led up to two small bedrooms. I remember playing with a slinky down those steps and the wind up toy dog they had on the shelf because they never had any modern toys.

There are so many memories with my grandparents that are etched into my mind. It seems as if yesterday I was visiting them. They both are gone now and have been for a number of years, yet I still think of them time and time again.

I could ramble on and on about my grandparents because they were a huge part of my life and I still miss them everyday. Now that they are gone, I wish I would of asked them more questions about their past and the life lessons they learned. I wish I would of told them I loved them everyday and could hear my grandma's laugh one more time.

With the tragedies that have occurred over the past year with Thomas Bortvit and recently with the Spencer wrestler, it shows how valuable time is and how easily we can lose those closest to us.

It's amazing how much we touch each other's lives, whether we have known them forever or just met them yesterday. While I did not know Bortvit or the Spencer wrestler, I feel compassion and sympathy for their families as well as the loss of a life that was cut short.

We never know when it will be our time, but you can guarantee that every person you meet or every action you take touches the life of another. Life is so precious and so beautiful that if it was eternal then we would be blind to its beauty.

That's why, during this time of cheer, remembering those who are still grieving and those who are no longer with us reminds us of what we still have. So this season, remember to lend a hand to hold, to invite those without and to give the biggest bear hugs you can give.



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