I was shocked and saddened to hear of Tim Russert’s sudden passing. I was in the front passenger seat of my friend Holt Condren’s truck. We were returning from a morning of rappelling and rock climbing with our oldest sons. It had been a beautiful morning with a light breeze and highlevel cloud overcast, temperatures hovering in the mid-80’s.
I always liked Tim. He seemed such an affable, energetic fellow, but there was a depth there than was unmistakable. The man was pretty incredible. He had a law degree, had worked on a congressional staff and single-handedly transformed the political pundit scene into respectable journalism. Though I’ve heard that his personal political beliefs were not exactly in line with my own, he brought a civility and professionalism to the political scene that you don’t get many other places. He once said that his job was to understand a politician’s positions and then to question and challenge the politician from the opposite viewpoint while never injecting his own personal agenda.
One of the hardest hitting thoughts about his passing was the fact that he had just returned from a trip to Italy celebrating his son’s graduation. His son is now without a father - and one who so obviously had a lot to give and teach. That prospect saddens me. But it goes deeper than that.Â
Some say that his sudden heart attack was from diabetes, heart disease and stress. One NBC insider said that it would take 4-5 men to do the work of Tim Russert. While that seems to be a noble legacy I can’t help but wonder how much time was lost investing in his own family and children. Undoubtedly they loved him, but was he so consumed by his work that he missed out on opportunities to pour himself into his children. I’ll probably never know that answer since I don’t really know the man or the family.
I do know myself and my family. This whole episode has caused me to pause and take stock in my own investing. Am I pouring into my children, and specifically my boys, all that I hope to? Life can be cut short at any moment and I don’t want to regret not having spent the quality time that I could have. Will it matter in eternity if I don’t get that one last promotion or if I miss one 30-minute conference call? It won’t. But it will matter that I failed to nuture my own sons in the way they should grow (see Proverbs).
So, don’t lose sight of the important things in life. Take the time to embrace your kids and tell them you love them, and then let your words turn into action. Spend a good quantity of quality time with them (no need to sacrifice one for the other). Have those hard conversations about the topics that really matter, and let your kids know that you care about them as people and that you want to help them grow into the men/women that God intended them to be.
I pray that Tim’s family will be comforted in their loss, and I hope that we can all take something from this unfortunate passing.


