Today is set aside as a holiday. Most holidays are spent in happy gatherings with feasting and games. This one day, however, is for remembering. As a long weekend it is convenient for camping, fishing, and picnicking, yet most people still take time to remember.

At the cemeteries millions of flowers adorn headstones and flags wave proudly over the men and women who sleep from their military toils. Veterans stand at attention and speakers raise their voices in praise and remembering of their comrades who have gone before.

I visited grave sites and remembered my forebears. I know so little about the people themselves, but it was their essence that is now in my very cells. Others, whom I have known, have left their imprint on my life as well. I have been blessed to know many wonderful people in my life. I don’t know if I have had more “acquaintances” than others, because my profession, but I have the duty, sometimes, to meet them when they are at their worst physical conditions. I have known hundreds of people who have, in the courses of their illnesses gone on to die.

There are times when this feels like a personal defeat. I’m a doctor, I feel like I should be able to save them. My perspective has to change, however, to see that I can’t save anyone from physical death. My job isn’t to save people from death, but to help them live their lives fully. My education, my experience, and my persistence is only an enhancement to what God has put within all of us. He is the one who heals the body and I can help others to understand this fact.

Yesterday I focused upon my family, my forebears. Today I think about my patients and other friends who have gone on to the rest of their life, after death. I am thankful for those who put God’s DNA in my blood, who gave me life. I am thankful for those whose smile greeted me in my office, whose laugh I can recall. I am thankful for those whose hands I held in their last days of life, when there wasn’t much joy. I have known some for mere moments before the veil of death closed their eyes, but their lives touched mine.

Today I remember and am blessed by the memories of all who have gone before me.

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About smcpherson58

Aside from loving chocolate and coffee (not necessarily in that order) Scott McPherson has learned that he loves to write. He writes fiction and, so far, has published two novels. Scott has many varied interests, though he tries to focus on one at a time. He has worked for nearly thirty-five years as a family physician, a pass-time that gives him great pleasure and pays the bills. He has five daughters and dotes upon three grandchildren. Recently married, he really loves life. Scott writes from his life experiences and from travel. His career in the active Air Force was brief, but he has been a member of the Nebraska Air National Guard since just before 9/11 in 2001. The aftermath of that great disaster changed the face of the Guard and led to missions in far-away lands. He has spent time in Turkey, Iraq, Spain, Crete and Guam in missions related to support for Iraqi Freedom and Enduring Freedom. He has been to Iceland and Antarctica as well. Scott has no personal experience with violent death or murder, but has gained knowledge from experts. In his first novel, “A Step Ahead of Death,” his character, Jack Sharp MD, becomes embroiled in a murder mystery. First as suspect, then as amateur sleuth, Jack tries to make a difference. He finds himself right in the middle of an investigation well beyond the scope of a local murder. A man of faith, Scott traveled to Africa with his small family in the 1980s and served as a medical missionary in Zaire (known as Congo today) with a church organization. The vast difference in what it takes to exist in such an environment served as a basis for much of his second novel, a thriller, “Congo Mission.” His character, Jack, is twenty years younger than in the first novel. In “Congo Mission” Jack serves as a physician in a missionary hospital in the jungles of northwestern Zaire. There he is not only captivated by a young woman visiting the region, but falls victim to his nemesis Jacques Levant. His motivations and faith are tested and his resolve to do God’s work gets pushed to the limit. When he is not writing Scott enjoys walking, a practice that actually led to his first attempt at writing a novel. He began making notes and writing prose about the mundane things around him. He tried to make the details sound interesting, even though it was just for his own pleasure. Eventually he found that he could expand his prose to “what if?” “What if I just kept walking?” “What if I, or my character, found a dead body in the ditch along the side of the path?” That was the premise for the first novel, “A Step Ahead of Death.” Scott McPherson is an avid trombone player and has played since he was nine years old. He marched in the Cornhusker Marching Band at the University of Nebraska and now takes advantage of one free football game a year by playing in the half-time show with the UNL Alumni Marching Band. He plays in the Lincoln Civic Orchestra and a community band from the nearby town of Waverly, Nebraska. Scott loves to sing as well, though his range seems to have diminished in recent years. He has sung in college and church choirs and remembers performing parts of Handel’s Messiah as a highlight of his singing experience. One little-known fact about Scott is that he once sang soprano in a boys choir. Scott plans to keep writing as long as the ideas flow and others show interest in his stories. He loves to interact with other writers or readers about what has become a passion in his life. Reviews are always welcome as are questions and comments.
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1 Response to REMEMBERING

  1. Carole P. says:

    Remembering… should of been printed in the’s that good!

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