Life is short, but it is wide
Yesterday, two colleagues passed away and we also heard that someone who has been coping with a lot, just added one more thing to their burden, a father passed away. I’ve thought about dogs passing, parents passing, colleagues passing and how life goes on without them, or rather life is punctuated by their absence but continues nonetheless.
We’ve been reflecting on the journey as we approach our annual conference next week as an organization, I’m thinking life is a series of many journeys, and many people and dogs walk beside us — this tells me that life is short, but it is wide.
In every life comes a little rain a friend said to me recently, and in every life comes abundant joy. These are the building blocks of our memories, when we will sit on the porch and say, “Remember….”