The heartbreaking loss of Tim Steenberge has helped provide some additional perspective on the “Why” in my life. All life is precious, but when tragedy happens to someone that you easily relate to, it has a deeper impact. Of all the beautiful words, song, and prayers said at Tim’s funeral, the most impactful for me was the bottle of wine that was brought up to the alter as part of the gifts. The explanation was printed on an insert in the bulletin. It was written by his wife Jeannie:
In the first years of our marriage, we took a weeklong vacation to visit the wine cellars of Burgundy. By happenstance, we were privileged to get a private tour of Chateau Figeac by the owner. We bought a bottle of 1988 St. Emilion, which promised to get better with age. It was during this trip that we indulged ourselves in our wildest hopes for the future. We hoped to have children, we hoped to always share the love we had for each other at that moment, we hoped we would have successful and fulfilling careers. We decided we’d let the wine age over the years of our marriage and drink it on a special occasion.
Over the years, the bottle came with us through our many moves: two countries, two states and four houses. Periodically we’d talk about when we would open the wine. Should we drink it at a graduation? On an anniversary? When would be the moment when we could celebrate the realization of all those dreams we dreamed in France?
On Christmas day, 2014, we decided the time had come. We were blessed with the realization that our dreams had come true. We didn’t want to wait for a “special” occasion like a wedding, because our everyday life together with our three beautiful children was the realization of everything we could possibly want. We wanted to celebrate the ordinary, because every precious day with our little family was the realization of our wildest dreams. We knew what we had. We never took it for granted. This is what will get me through the coming months and years. That, and the love of our amazing family and friends.
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