Chances Are

When you consider all of our ancestors who had to live and survive for us to have life, it's improbable for any one of us to be here. Bullets had to miss their mark. A "No" had to become a "Yes".  Missed opportunities were given second chances. Certainly our lives are the fulfillment of lives beyond our own. Chances are this is something we should contemplate.

And then it occured to me that some bullets did not miss their mark. People were in the wrong place at the most inoportune time. Some walked away from crashes, others did not. What becomes of the children of those whose lives ended too soon to have those children? Do they wait on Heaven's deck? Or, are they united with their would be parents for a father, mother, daughter, son relationship in life after or before life?

I saw Aaron and his son. The grass was green and thick.  Aaron wore a red shirt and brown pants. He smoked a cig. His son, about 2,  played with a ball. They tossed it back and forth. Aaron smiled at his son and encouraged him to play.  Aaron appeared to be present with his son but deep in thought. Abundant love between father and son...somewhere in Heaven I suppose.