After a two-year hiatus due to covid, the Cowal Family Gathering in Dunoon, Scotland, kicked off this year with a huge attendance. Not only that—for once it didn’t rain and it was even…gulp!…sunny.
Writers rarely get days off, so I didn’t attend the festivities that were practically in our backyard. However, when I walked Savannah past the stadium we watched the excitement and happiness on the other side of the chain link fence. It was wonderful to see families—many complete with their canine members—having fun. The joy was electric.
Then came Sunday morning. Instead of electric joy, I felt deflating sadness as I heard clinks and clatters and saw tents and carnival equipment coming down. Endings. I hate them. Such a rare and perfect day of sunshine and celebration after two long years of lockdown—I doubt anyone was ready for it to end.
Some writers get excited when they write “The End” on their books. Not me. It means the fun and joy and excitement I was privileged to experience for approximately 300 pages is suddenly gone. It means that I need to hunt down another idea and come up with 300 new pages—even though my head feels as empty as the fluff from last spring’s dandelion stalks.
So many sad endings of things we don’t want to end: vacations, a good meal, visits with family and friends, spring, summer, comfortable shoes, favorite clothes—and death.
Thankfully, some endings are good: the end of pain, cold, disease, sorrow—and death.
Death makes both lists of endings because death isn’t real. It’s a shadow, an illusion. With Jesus, there is life beyond this life we are living now…and Heaven is the end of sorrow, parting, illness, pain, disease. We do not belong to this earth. We are passing through to our eternal destination in Christ Jesus.
Still…I hate endings. Especially the end of spring and summer. Death I do not fear. But winter and snow give me the cold shivers.
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3 thoughts on “Endings”
You hit the nail on the head on most counts, my dear friend. But I have to say, I love the end of summer. Then again, I live in the U.S. south where the heat is sometimes unbearable, as it was this year with the drought. It’s ended now, and I’m thrilled.
The ending of a good story is also something I love. When I can write The End on the last page. To me, that means I can finally get it out to all my readers, and then I can start a new one. It’s like raising a child and sending them off to make their own mark on the world.
We’re in agreement with the other endings. 🙂
Thanks, Sharon. I can even agree with you about the end of the story – but never about the end of summer! I get so cold and miserable here that I think I will never warm up. This is a land of no summers. God bless.
I can somewhat understand. I was raised in the north, and the last winter I lived up there I couldn’t get warm. Now it’s the opposite for me. 🙂