Today is a sad day. My boss of 8 ½ years, Mike Taylor, lost his battle with bladder cancer. Today is his funeral. I still can’t believe it, even though I saw him suffer for the last 9 months.
His office was across from mine. He ALWAYS had something positive, funny or inspiring to bring to my workday. He was an icon, the director of golf for the Gaston Country Club. I am so privileged to have worked for him. He valued me and I needed that.
When he died at the hospice house, his wife stepped outside and saw butterflies on a bush. She saw this as a gift from the Holy Spirit; a sign, he went through a metamorphosis into a much better and glorious place.
Knowing that through Jesus, he was forgiven of his sins and now his soul lives with God and that one day, I will see him again gives me great comfort.
Funerals get us to question our own mortality. This day makes me all the more determined to live out my calling to make a real difference in the world, for who knows how much longer I will breathe through this fragile body of mine?