Years ago, I read this essay by Tim J. Lawrence, “Everything doesn’t happen for a reason.”
One of my extended family members goes into hospice this week, so it’s been on my mind.
Some things in life cannot be fixed. They can only be carried.
He is one of the kindest people I have ever known. So was the first uncle I lost that I really knew well. (The first member of that generation to pass away in my family was an uncle who sustained brain damage at age 2, and as such I never really got to know him.)
I have already lost people my own age (though not in my family). I have already lost members of older generations. But the creeping onset of mortality is just getting more real, year after year.
But the goal, here, remains the same: Make your own purpose in life. And be kind to one another.
Emilybook 