My Uncle Martti had sailed through a knee operation, unscathed. Two days later his life ended.
Life is fragile. Fragile as that cherished vase, handed down from generation-to-generation. Years later, a shoulder brushed past. The vase rocked on top of the table’s firm foundation. Hands reached out. Unable to catch it, the vase crashed to the floor. Shattered pieces of glass was all that remained. No glue could restore the vase to its former state. The vase now possessed memories. Happy memories. Memories reminiscent of fragrant flowers that once bloomed. Then the petals bowed to death.Painful? Yes.
But unlike the wilted petals, my uncle just fell asleep. One minute he was alive on this earth. Then a laboured breath escaped and in the blink of an eye his soul soared through the valley of the shadow of death and into the strong hands of the Lord.
A glorious life bloomed. An eternal life. No more worry, no more tears, no more pain.
Uncle Martti your memory will live on in the hearts and minds of your family and friends who loved and adored you. And one day we will stroll through that same valley, without fear, and you’ll be waiting with open arms to greet us.
May you rest in peace.
Martti Kohtala died on Wednesday, July 13, 2011 surrounded by his loving family.