It’s already the end of the first week of June. I’ve spent it processing, thinking about the events that happened at the end of May. Thinking how short life is; how we can not know from day to day what will happen in our lives.
I attended a young man’s funeral who should have had many more days ahead of him. I stood and shared my first and last memory of this young man with his family. His smile could light up the darkest of nights. His absence has changed me greatly.
His birthday is the day before mine, later this month. I will celebrate him, when I celebrate me each year. I will never forget.
Half the year has past. Our future waits ahead. No one knows what those days bring us but I try my best not to take each of those days for granted. The day to day choices we make, the smiles, the time with one another is the most important. Not money, not what others owe you but life itself is important.
I’m still processing and I will be for a while. But I’m thankful I was able to see that young man’s smile, to help his family that day, to say goodbye to him with them and to share in their journey as I continue on my own.
Until next time…