These days, whenever Easter completes its calendar roving and suddenly is upon us, my thoughts go to 2007. Tim's last Easter...the one after the terminal diagnosis...the one that had children and grandchildren gathered around for what we knew was the last Easter.
Having shared the Catholic kid experience, our conversations often delved into spiritual questions and dilemnas - his well-developed and thought out, mine predictably impressionistic. Left brain/right brain activation, trying to find the bridge.
Sharing the catechist's experience, we could speak in catholic shorthand. So today, I want to drop some of Tim here with two samplings from his last Easter season blogs. By this point, the oxygen wasn't flowing to his brain adequately, typing his blogs was difficult, (the thick, heavy finger effects) and the frustrations of trying to express himself were acknowledged, shared, and then he moved on.
Tim did not meditate on the Good Friday or Easter themes - the day that took him far into thought and sometimes was the hardest was Holy Thursday...particularly the story of Jesus alone in the Garden of Gethsemene wrestling with the soul and the demons. I wish he had been able to write it out before he got ill. What follows is a brief glimpse...what he shared with me were the thoughts about dualities, self-doubt and an assortment of deeper topics that continually challenged me to keep up.
