Dimensions.

My daddy called me early this morning, before I was even awake, and left a message on my cell phone.  “I just wanted you to know that I love you.  I don’t know if you remember what today’s date is, but it’s …um… it’s an emotional day for me and … um… I just wanted to let you know that I love you.”

Today’s date?  What’s today’s date?  My cell phone’s beeping woke me up, and, listening to the message in my semi-conscious state, I had trouble remembering that today marks the third anniversary of my grandmother’s death.

 Oh.

So I started off this morning thinking about people dying, and about relationships changing.  Daddy used to try and tell me that that’s what life is all about; relationships changing or ending, and new ones being formed.  I didn’t believe him back then.  Of course my best friend from high school would be my best friend until I died – how could she not be? 

I love looking back and reflecting on all the relationships I’ve had in my short little lifetime.  So many of the ones that I thought were so significant in the moment have only lasted for a season or two.  And then there are others –relationships that I can’t explain and that should never have been – which have slowly developed over the years and become so deep and meaningful that I can’t imagine my life without them.  I think about all of the dimensions that have been added to my life because of the various people who have walked through it, and I realize how very blessed I am.  Each person has left me with something, or helped to teach me something valuable.

Maybe daddy is right. Maybe life really is all about relationships.