…We have bigger fish to fry!
About a year ago Barry’s ex-colleague lazily suggested one late autumn morning in between coffee sips, “Ours is not to wonder why…”
and Barry, ever-the-fisherman replied, “We have bigger fish to fry!”
He told me this today, a year later, in between fascinating tales about who-knows-what as we sat on the couch swapping Sunday stories.
He said he and Cathy came up with this quote early one morning before work. Barry, a weekly newspaper editor and columnist said, “There has to be a column in this.”
I laughed and laughed this afternoon until I remembered how Cathy died last February.
Then the laughter stopped.
His ex-colleague died at her desk of heart failure one fine February afternoon an hour or so after he headed out on the bay to go ice fishing. He had said to her, “See you tomorrow?” and she replied, “No, I don’t think so.”
And she was right. Instead, she died.
One moment typing headlines; the next moment gone.
I often try to figure out “why”.
Why did this happen? Why DIDN’T this happen?
We try to figure out the whys and wherefores.
Why did Cathy die and Barry catch fish?
Why did Kathy remain to write blogs?
Why do we now know her brother, Mike?
Why, why, why?
Two year olds question all the time.
Why does one person edit their blogs at least sixteen times, refusing to sleep until its published?
Why does another rarely edit at all?
Why do YOU not write a blog?
Perhaps it’s bigger than our individual decisions. Perhaps a wise all-knowing Universe decides.
Perhaps we can never figure out why. Perhaps asking “why” is always impossible because no definitive answer can be discovered.
Ours is not to wonder why…
we have bigger fish to fry.
Are you the kind of person who ponders why, why, why? Or do you let “why” swim deep in the lake of your not-knowing, sometimes allowing it to be an unanswerable mystery?
I think I do both.
What about you?