It often takes a tragedy to remind us that life is fragile. It goes away in a blink, a vapor. Rides the breeze of chance. Is permanent, until it’s not.
A friend of ours passed away this weekend. Unforeseen. Mysterious. Just gone. That finality is one never returned, or understood.
But in the meantime, we can reach into the middle. We can grab life right there at the heart of it, and keep it beating as long as possible.
And this, from Dylan Thomas:
