The Station Seven years ago today you left this world, only physically though. Your spirit remains as strong as it was when you were here to reinforce it. Not a day has gone by you are not missed. I am more grateful for our times together than ever before. From time to time I get a chance to read some of the letters you wrote me and it brings back the bonds we had. You had an art for writing and reading peoples thoughts. I originaly posted this 3 years ago and felt it appropriate for today again. Your letter dated Feb 01, 1995. In it you told me about a co-worker of yours that was just killed in a car accident and how much it affected you. And you said, I will never take a smile for granted again. Then you wrote a short reading that Karen found, titled The Station. I believe this is appropriate for today. Tucked away in our subconscious is an idyllic vision. We see ourselves on a long trip that spans the continent. We are traveling by train. Out the windows we drink in the passing scene of cars on nearby highways, of children waving at a crossing, of cattle grazing on a distant hillside, of smoke pouring from a power plant, of row upon row of corn and wheat, of flatlands and valleys, of mountains and rolling hillsides, of city skylines and village halls. But uppermost in our minds is the final destination. Bands will be playing and flags waving. Once we get there our dreams will come true, annd the pieces of our lives will fit together like a jigsaw puzzle. How restlessly we pace the aisles- waiting, waiting, waiting for the station. When we reach the station, that will be it! we cry. When im 18. When I buy a new 450SL Mercedes Benz. When I put the last kid through college. When I pay off the mortgage. When I get a promotion. When I reach the age of retirement, I shall live happily ever after! Sooner or later we must realize there is no station, no one place to arrive at once and for all. The true joy of life is the trip. The station is only a dream. It constantly outdistances us. It isnt the burdens of today that drive men mad. It is the regrets over yesterday and the fear of tomorrow. Regret and Fear are twin thieves who rob us of today. So stop pacing the aisles and counting the miles. Instead, climb more mountains, eat more ice cream, go barefoot more often, swim more rivers, watch more sunsets, laugh more, cry less. Life must be lived as we go along. the station will come soon enough. -Robert J. Hastings And Troy ends the letter with: On that note, I will close this letter. Take Care Brother, if you need me Im here. Miss Ya! Love, Troy ...................love and miss you brother
Posted on: Mon, 20 Jan 2014 20:28:28 +0000
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