Life moves fast sometimes. You get down into your groove and you push forward without a breath of fresh air. And then something happens and you grind to a halt, huffing, puffing, wondering where did all the time go? All those good intentions that never manifested? My grandfather always says: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. He may be right.
I had a recent grind to a halt incident. A relative passed away unexpectedly. This person was a close relation, and yet, distant at the same time.
So now I’m getting a fresh look around at my own scene.
I think this is a Kodak moment, this entire incident. I wonder what comes next?
Oh, the inconvenience of death, it follows no one’s schedule, does not call the secretary for an appointment, does not ask permission to visit. It comes and goes like a thief in the night. And we are left, standing amidst the debris, empty of all except questions and regret.
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Oh yes..just about a year to the day since I stood in your shoes. Not exactly. similar but different. A year later I am still picking up the pieces of debris, dealing with my own regrets and questions. May the Goddess of your choosing do whatever you need Her to do for you.
Thanks Red. Much appreciated. Welcome to the neighborhood, by the way. I'm still bringing those cookies I promised.
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