Sowing

 

A year ago, after months of worry and weeks of tests, Dad was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer. For a very short season we lived in twilight, daydreaming scenarios where he defeated the cancer; imagining months, perhaps years, of treatment and recovery. That fiction soon ended, however, and it seemed that even before we could process one shocking reality another took its place. Dad left us before the planting was even done. He didn’t get to see how full his grain bins would get that fall.

And that was maybe his best and saddest lesson - we sow for harvests we won’t quite make.