This weekend I helped out at a memorial service. This was sobering for me. A young woman, a few weeks younger than me. Technically, I guess, middle-aged.
Buried a friend’s teenaged son earlier this year. Other kids, one degree of sepration from me, lost to violence. An acquaintance, who’s son is my son’s age, has a massive heart attack. Some friends fighting cancer. Powerful reminders of how fragile we actually are. How tenuous is this thing, life? So terribly precious.
Guard it well, but don’t let it squander, buried in fear. Find that blend of a well lived life and a long, joyous one. For we all end up in the box.
Make these days count!
